It was a thrilling sound at any time, and especially to a company of
boys newly enlisted in the great cause of humanity--of lending a hand
to neighbors who might be in trouble. So after several more clear,
resounding strokes had pealed forth, calling the volunteer department
out to fight the fire demon, one scout started wildly for the double
doors of the smithy.

He was immediately followed by others, and in almost the twinkling of an
eye the Carberry blacksmith shop was emptied of its late noisy crowd.




CHAPTER XIV

JACK'S CHANCE


"Wow! look at that, will you?"

"It's a barn most likely!"

"Don't you believe it. I can see the roof of the house! Say, I believe it
must be that old Bradley place! Come along, fellows!"

"There are the firemen on the run! They'll have old Rescue No. 1 on the
jump in a jiffy. Hey, fellers, let's get busy, and pull the hose cart for
'em!"

"Bully idea. Lead the way, Paul! It's up to you to show us how!"