that was possible had been accomplished.

"Got to let her burn now," said the constable. "How'd it start, Mr.
Stimson?"

"Tramps must have sot it, I guess. Fust I knowed I woke up, an' see
th' blaze. Then I sent my boy Tom out to yell."

"Yes, I heard him," replied the constable. "He yelled good and proper.
I got right after the bucket brigade." "That's what you did."

"Well, the bucket brigade might as well have stayed in bed for all the
good it did," remarked Cole Bishop, who had recovered his usual
calmness. "You'd ought to had a couple of force-pumps like mine."

"Oh, you boys clear out," advised the constable. "First thing you know
you'll git hurt."

"Huh! I guess if it hadn't been for some of us boys, there'd be a
bigger loss than there is," retorted Cole.

"That's so," agreed Mr. Stimson. "Bert and Vincent saved me several
hundred dollars by getting out them horses."

"Any of 'em hurt?"

"The bay mare's a little lame, from jumpin', an' the roan gelding is
scratched on the fore quarter. But, land! that's nothin'. They'll be
all right in a day or two."