But here a new difficulty presented itself. The blaze was so hot that
no person could approach close enough to make the water effective. The
whole front of the barn was in flames.
"This ain't going to be no good!" exclaimed one of the men on the end
of a line up which the full buckets traveled. He tried to throw the
water on the flames, but, approaching as close as he dared, he could
not come within ten feet of the fire.
"I should say not," agreed his companion.
"Hey! What's the matter?" called the constable. "Why don't you throw
the water on the flames, instead of on the ground?"
"Let's see you do it," was the angry answer.
"We'll have to go around to the back, and throw the water on there,"
was the advice of a tall, lanky farmer.
"What good'll that do?"
"Wa'al, we can't do no good here."
"That's so," was the general agreement.
The lines began to shift, to get out of the heat of the blaze.
Meanwhile, those at the trough, not understanding what was going on,
continued to pass up the full buckets, but as no one gathered up the
empty ones to pass back, the waiting line of boys had nothing to do.
Several began to leave, to get in a position where they could view the
blaze better.
Pages:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25