"That's the idea! He's got fire extinguishers!" cried the farmer whose
pen was ablaze. "Rip off some of the boards and let those pigs out.
Otherwise they'll be roasted before their time."

"Set to work!" yelled a neighbor.

With rakes, hoes and axes the men soon tore down a side of the pen
farthest away from the fire. Out ran the pigs squealing as loudly as
they could. Dix, Splash and some other dogs ran among them, thinking it
was all a game, I suppose.

Mr. Brown, with one extinguisher, and Uncle Tad, with another, squirted
on the blaze the white streams, made of something that puts fire out
better even than water. Over the blaze Uncle Tad and Mr. Brown squirted
the stuff until finally the fire was out.

"Well, I'm certainly obliged to you, neighbor," said the farmer who
owned the pigs. "My name's Blakeson. I don't believe I know you, though.
Live around here?"

"No, we are making a tour in a big automobile," and Mr. Brown pointed to
it. "We saw your blaze and came to it."

"Well, I'm certainly thankful to you, and for those contraptions there,"
and he pointed to the fire extinguishers. "That's better than dipping
water from the brook."

"Yes, I carry them in case the gasolene on my auto should get on fire,"
said Mr. Brown. "But they'll put out any small blaze."