"Here, where are you boys going?" demanded Constable Stickler, who was
running back and forth, not knowing what to do.
"There isn't anything for us to do," replied Bert. "We can't save that
barn with buckets. We'd better help get some of the machinery and
cattle out."
"That's right," added Vincent, and several men agreed with this.
"You--ought to have my force pump," spluttered Cole Bishop, who had
now recovered his breath.
"Pass up the buckets! Pass the buckets!" was the cry that now came
from the line of men, that had been extended to reach around to the
rear of the barn, where, for the time being, there was no fire. "Pass
the buckets!"
"Yes, pass the buckets!" shouted the constable. "Here, boys, come back
to your places!" For a number of the boys had left, and there were
long gaps in the line.
"Can't something be done to save the barn?" cried Mr. Stimson, who had
been rushing back and forth, mainly engaged in carrying out some
valuable harness from the blazing structure.
"We're tryin' to," replied the constable.
"Are all the cattle out?" asked Bert.
"Cattle? Land, no; I forgot all about them!" exclaimed the farmer.
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