"It's Sagger's butcher shop!" cried Tom Donnell. "Look, it's blazing
like fury!"
The shop was indeed wrapped in flames.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" cried Constable Stickler, and scores of voices
joined in the shout.
"Come on! Come on!" yelled Mr. Sagger, as he stood in front of his
store, fairly jumping up and down in his excitement. "The whole place
will go if you don't hurry, boys!"
"I wonder why he doesn't shout for the bucket brigade now?" asked
Cole, as he steered the engine as close as he could to the flaming
structure.
"That's right, boys! Put out the fire!" cried Mr. Sagger. "I'll give
you a hundred dollars if you save my shop!"
CHAPTER XIII
SINGING A DIFFERENT TUNE
From various directions came running the young members of the
volunteer fire department. The bucket brigade was also on hand, and
had formed a line from the town pump, which stood near the store, as
close to the burning shop as they dared to go. The whole interior
seemed a mass of flames.
"Where will we get water?" shouted Cole to Bert, who had arrived on
the run.
"Back the engine down to the brook!" cried the young captain. "Isn't
the hose long enough to reach from there?"
"Yep! Plenty!"
"Then back her down!"
The flames were crackling and roaring, and the smoke was so thick and
choking, because of the burning meats and fats, that it was impossible
to go very close.
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