We don't care enough about this long run
uphill to undertake it on a false alarm," declared Bert.
"That's right," added Cole.
"Very well, then you had better go down. As for that boy who pulled
the box, I shall take steps to have him arrested."
"If you will, you would be doing us a service," replied Bert. "We
don't want false alarms to be sent in, and if that boy--Chester Randel
is his name--finds out he is liable to arrest, it may serve as a
warning to others."
"I'll see about it," and, without thanking the boys for their
promptness in coming to put out a possible fire, Muchmore turned back,
and went up the private driveway to the big house, that stood dark and
silent on the hill.
"This is one on us," remarked Cole, as he helped to drag the engine
around. "I'd like to wallop Chester."
"So would I," declared Bert. "Mr. Muchmore will attend to him, though,
I guess."
"Muchmore needs someone to attend to him, too," remarked Tom Donnell.
"He's as cross as a couple of sour apple trees. I guess if the house
had been on fire he'd have been only too glad to see us."
Still the boys did not so much mind their useless run, as they were so
enthusiastic over their engine and the new department that it had not
yet become an old story to them.
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