Left Guard Gilbert

dull, if you ask me. I came out for

d Clint, yaw

's e

hers g

ted. "I thought we were going to have a feed. They'll be closing th

aid Don. "Let's take a wal

tomobile was stopping in front of the Inn. The headlights suddenly dimmed and the single occupant, a tall man in a light overcoat, got out,

m," suggested Tom.

asked him," pursued Tim. "It's a

rcy Dear,"

Sorrow," ha

eerless," said Don

is," persisted Tim.

gers in our mouths," said Tom, with a chuckle.

n the door for h

ing and gaze past the end of the porch, interrupted with an exclamat

jingo!"

. "Say, you don't suppose

Besides, that fire's away off; maybe two mil

engine come out. Bet you it's a fine si

said Don. "Fires look furth

ed Tim. "Think we ought to ru

side the fire house, followed by the sound of running footsteps and, an ins

The doors rolled open and a figure pushed through the throng and loped across the street and disappeared. The bell clanged on and on. Don and Clint and Tom made a dash for the ste

it, boys?"

low in the sky was scarcely visible from the side

re house." He sprang down the steps again, the boys streaming after him.

then. There are some package

ned out and careened along to the fire house. All was excitement there. Men were rushing into the building and rushing out again, agitatedly donning rubber coats and hats. Speculation was rife. A score of voices argued as to the location of the fire. The throng

ot a load, Johns

. Jim Cogswell knows, but

ppeared leading two jogging horses, while a third horse trotted along behind. The crowd scampered aside and the horses beat a tattoo on the floor as they wheeled

say it would be a great sight? Gee, I haven't

irst corner at twenty miles an hour, took the next at thirty and then, in the middle of a firm, hard road, simply roared away into the starlit darkness, the headlights throwing a great wh

nety miles an hou

t something!" s

the foot-rail. "Let it bus

e was mistaken. "I watched that speedometer from the time we turned the second corner," he declared, "and it never

rn was burning merrily. The car slowed down at the foot of the descent, swung into a lane and pitched and careened toward the burning structure. Other buildings were clustered about the barn and a good-sized white dwelling house stood in dangerous proximity. Between house and barn, standing out black agains

d Mr. Brady. "Come on,

ar scrambled out and ran up the lane. "They can't save that barn

overalls and a flannel shirt and carryi

coming?" he a

"and I guess you needn't look for them for fifteen or

the house. But I don't know's they can do anything. Looks

d Mr. Brady, peeling off his

. Yes, there's buckets enoug

ls all

hings wouldn't go. We got the horses and cows out and a couple o' wagons.

ur men together, Corrigan. Here are five of us, and we can make a line and keep the roofs wet down until

he boys, went on around to the further side of the burning building. It was a huge hip-roofed structure. One end, that nearest the house, was already falling, and the tons of crackling hay in the mows glowed like a furnace. The heat, even at the foot of the wind-mill, a hundred feet

ldings. We couldn't stay on those roofs a minute. I guess the chief danger will be

the fire department and Mr. Brady repeated what he had told the older man. "What we've got to do," he continued, "is to k

ice-house,

er about that. How m

one of the men, but a

drove in," he announced. "That makes

ter the dairy. Get on the roof, a couple of you, and keep it wet down. The rest can lug water. Got

r, plent

d them up to the men on the roof. I'll

en losing half of their burden on the way-and passed them through a skylight to those outside. A dozen times the dry shingles caught fire under the rain of sparks, but Mr. Brady, climbing along the ridge like a cat, tossing buckets of water with unerring precision, kept

e-cart and two carriages bearing members of the volunteer fire department had been slow in arriving, at least the fire-fighters got to work expeditiously and with surprisingly little confusion. Don, pausing for a moment in his labour of passing buckets to look down, decided that Brimfield had no cause to be ashamed of its department. In a jiffy the hose-cart was rattling across the yard-

d very warm Don, crept back through the skylight and joined the others below. Mr. Brady rescued his coat, led the way to the kitchen pump and drank long and copiously, s

suspicion that Corrigan would have been just as pleased if everything had gone. From the way he talked when we got here I guess he wanted the insurance more'n he did the buildings!" Mr

hile ago like crazy. About twenty of them, big and little, squealing and

art along home?" said Mr.

the occasion, were still swinging axes and pouring water on the already extinguished and well-soaked buildings, there was no danger of further

orry for you, but you've

, sir, and them young fellers, too. It's a bit o

d. "Bet you he's downright peeved with us, boys, for wetting that roof down! I happen to know that

," began Tom, "tha

that. As there's no evidence against him we'd be