"Then the fire is down in the hollow," thought Will. He saw somebody
approaching who he thought might be a customer, but he quickly decided the
question whether he owed a greater duty to one person or to many--the
public--by turning the key in the lock of the door. Then he hurried away.
As he rushed to the house of the "Cataract," he stopped at the door of Dr.
Tilton's home.

"There," he said to Biddy Flannigan, who answered, "tell the doctor
there's a tremendous alarm in town, and I thought he might want me to go,
as he is an owner, and here is the key."

"What?" said Biddy.

"Woolen mill's afire, tell him."

"Woolen Mill Sophia! Who is she?" wondered Biddy, and she went to report
to the doctor.

"Faith, sir, yer clerk says there is a tremenjus 'larm in town and it's
about Woolen Mill Sophia, and here is the key, sir."

"Woolen-mill what?" asked the doctor. "I am an owner up there."

"Indade! It must be that Sophia works up there."

"Sophia?" the doctor asked, and then stared at her and exclaimed, "It is
'woolen mill's afire!' My! Where are my boots? Quick! Bertha, bring down
my boots, please."