I jest travelled down there this mornin' and touched a match to it!" Still she stared without moving, without making a sound.

She was seeing Dan as he must have wakened from a swoonlike sleep with the smell of smoke and the heat of rising flames around him.

She saw him struggle, and fail to reach his feet.

She almost heard him cry out--a sound drowned easily by the roar of the fire, and the crackling of the wood.

She saw him drag himself with his hands across the floor, only to be beaten back by a solid wall of flame.