only a short distance above the ground, whereas most of the fire was
near the top. But the hose lines could be aimed to send the water high
into the air, whence it descended in a shower, wetting the stack all
over.

Such vigorous treatment could have but one effect. In a little while
the fire was under control, save at one place, and this was opposite
the line formed by the bucket brigade. The young firemen had refrained
from directing water from their lines there, as they did not want to
wet the men.

"Douse the blaze there!" cried Mr. Kimball, as he saw that in spite of
the good work of the boys much of his hay might yet be burned.

"Don't you dare do it!" cried Mr. Sagger to John and Tom. "We can put
this out."

"Why don't you do it, then?" inquired the owner of the hay. "You've
been long enough at it. Here, I'll do it."

He made a grab for the nozzle Tom held, and in doing so doused Mr.
Sagger.

"I'll have you arrested for that!" cried the butcher. "You done it on
purpose!"

"Wa'al, I'm going to have this fire out!" replied Mr. Kimball, and a
few seconds later, with the aid from the other nozzle, the blaze was
comparatively out. It still smouldered a bit on top, but a few
sprinkles from a hose quenched that.