"Huh! Thought of it? I'd never thought of it if I'd kept my thinking
machine going for a hundred years. Now the other horse, Jim. We'll
have to step lively. Them flames is getting too nigh for comfort. Now
you folks had better get out of here!" he commanded.

"Not yet," smiled Harriet, "we still have work to do. We must get the
things out of the wagon. If we lose them, we shall be in a fix."

"Mercy! I hadn't thought of that," cried the guardian. "But shall we
have time to carry them across?"

"The men will have to carry the heavier articles. I think we shall be
able to manage it. Come, help me get the things out of the carry-all."

Harriet ran to the wagon, followed closely by Miss Elting and Margery.
Tommy alone held back. Hazel and Jane also hurried forward to assist.

"All those who wish their suppers will have to work," cried Harriet
Burrell.

"We need a fire company more than thupper jutht now," retorted Tommy
Thompson. "If we had a fire engine we could make thith fire look
thick."

Harriet was in the carry-all passing out bundles and packs. She
dropped a sack of cooking utensils to the floor of the bridge with a
great clatter.

"Carry them to land," she directed Tommy and Hazel.