"Naw, we're goin' to a Sunday school picnic," replied Vincent, who was
something of a joker.
"Humph! Funny--ain't--you!" remarked Cole.
The boys continued to speed on toward the burning barn, which was one
of the buildings belonging to Anderson Stimson, a farmer, and located
just on the edge of the village. The crowd had increased, and several
score of people were on their way to the conflagration.
"They'll--have--a--hot--time--putting--out--that--fire," spoke Cole,
with labored breath. "They--only--got--buckets."
"That's all they've had in Lakeville since the time it was founded by
Christopher Columbus," remarked Vincent. "It's a good thing we don't
have many fires."
"If I had my force pump I could show--show--'em--how--to--squirt--
water," said Cole, who had begun the first part of the sentence very
fast, but who had to slow down on the last section. He was almost
completely out of breath.
"Why didn't you bring it along?" asked Bert.
"Huh! How--could--I--when--it's--fast--on--the--cistern?"
That argument was, of course, unanswerable. Cole Bishop was a lad
quite fond of mechanics, and was usually engaged in making some new
kind of machinery.
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