"Herbert! Herbert!" called his mother. "The fire bell is ringing!"

"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The bell gave out four quick strokes. Then a pause.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!"

"It's on the west side of town!" exclaimed the boy, as he reached out
and made a grab for his clothes. They were arranged on a chair near
his bed, in readiness for quickly putting on; a practice observed by
all the young members of the volunteer department.

"Look out of the window, mother, and see if you can discover a blaze,
please," directed Bert, as he began to dress.

"Yes, I can see a light off in the west."

"That must be it. Did the bell ring long before you called me?"

"Only once. I was awake and heard it. Now, do be careful, Herbert.
Don't get into danger." "I'll not, mother," and, with a kiss for his
parent, Bert dashed down the stairs, and ran at top speed for Cole's
barn. He saw several of his chums in the street, headed in the same
direction.