up and down, there was a steady clank-clank to the pump, and a stream
could be thrown for some distance. The engine was hauled to fires by
means of a long double rope, which, when not in use, could be reeled
up, as could also the hose.

Some of those old hand engines were very elaborate affairs, with brass
work and shiny lamps on them, and they were gaily painted. The one the
boys had purchased had been a fine machine in its day, but was rather
battered now. Still, it was in good working order, and had a long
length of hose.

"I'll tell you what let's do," suggested Cole, as he and Bert were on
their way to Lakeville, to get their chums; "let's wait until after
dark to bring it into town, and then we can light the lanterns on the
machine," for there were four, one on each corner.

"Good idea!" replied Bert. "We'll do it. And we'll march down the main
street, singing. I guess that will make a stir."

The plan met with instant endorsement on the part of their chums. They
got together as many boys as they could, and late that afternoon the
crowd went to Jamesville. The engine, which had been put in good
shape, was ready for them.

"Look out you don't lose the buckets," cautioned the chief. "They're
hanging underneath the tank. Now, boys, good luck, and may your first
run be a success."

They thanked him for his good wishes, and the lads, having grasped the
long rope, set out, dragging the engine after them. They made good