He took a paper from his pocket, and deliberately poured the contents down the chimney.
Mr.Pete Jones shouted "Gunpowder!" and set off down the road to be out of the way of the explosion.

Dr.Small remembered, probably, that his patient might die while he sat here, and started on.
But Ralph emptied the paper, and laid the board over the chimney.

What a row there was inside! The benches that were braced against the door were thrown down, and Hank Banta rushed out, rubbing his eyes, coughing frantically, and sure that he had been blown up.

All the rest followed, Bud bringing up the rear sulkily, but coughing and sneezing for dear life.

Such a smell of sulphur as came from that school-house! Betsey had to lean against the fence to giggle.
[Illustration: FIRE AND BRIMSTONE] As soon as all were out, Ralph threw the board off the chimney, leaped to the ground, entered the school-house, and opened the windows.