It may be added here
that Mr. Dare had been a city fireman before his marriage. This,
perhaps, accounted in a measure for the interest Herbert took in all
alarms and conflagrations.
"It certainly looks like a big fire," thought the boy, as he broke
into a run down the street. He soon caught up with the crowd hastening
to the blaze.
"Hello, Bert!" shouted a lad to him. "Going to help put the fire out?"
"If they need me, Vincent. I see you have your bucket."
"Yep," replied Vincent Templer, one of Bert's chums. "It's dad's. He
belongs to the bucket brigade, but he's away from home, and I took
it."
"I wish I had one."
"Oh, I guess they'll have plenty at the barn."
"They'll need 'em, for it looks as if it was pretty well on fire."
The reflection of the blaze was now so bright that objects in the
street could be plainly seen, and faces easily distinguished at a
considerable distance.
"There's Cole Bishop!" said Bert to his chum, pointing to another lad,
who was running along, evidently much out of breath, as he was quite
fat.
"Hello, Cole!" called Bert.
"Hello--Bert! Goin'--to--the--fire?" came from Cole, with a puff
between each word.
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