A man was racing by the house on a galloping horse and as he tore
along he shouted the alarming cry of:

"Fire! fire! fire!"




CHAPTER VII.

A FIRE ALARM BY AEROPLANE.


They all raced out of the house and soon saw that the fire was some
distance off. The glare of the flames spread redly on the sky and
illuminated the low hanging clouds till they glowed like red-hot
coals. It was evidently a fierce blaze.

"It's Farmer Goggins's place!" announced Bluewater Bill as he noted
the direction of the glow.

"That's just beyond the aviation grounds," cried Harry. "I know,
because old Schmidt fell into a field, with a bull in it there, one
afternoon and his Green Grasshopper was nearly broken up."

"Come on, boys; I'll get out my little mare and we'll drive over
there," shouted Bill.

In a few minutes the horse was hitched to Bill's old carryall and, the