"All right," answered Mort Decker. "I'll call around to-morrow."
Out into the street rushed the lads, dragging the engine after them.
The tower bell, with quick, sharp strokes, was sounding the alarm. The
noise of rushing feet could be heard, as men and boys hurried toward
the blaze.
"We'll need the other engine, if the factory is on fire," commented
Cole, who was beginning to lose his breath as the swift pace was kept
up.
"Yes," answered Bert. "Vincent knows he's to answer all alarms near
dangerous places without waiting for a special call. He'll be there
before we are."
This was because the second engine was on the side of town nearest the
factory.
"Maybe it isn't the box place," suggested Tom Donnell.
"I--hope--not," spoke Cole, laboredly.
"The factory is the nearest building to the alarm box," said Bert,
"but of course the using of that box doesn't mean that the factory is
on fire."
"Something is blazing, anyhow," added Tom. "I can see the reflection."
On the sky shone a lurid light, and there was the smell of burning
wood in the air, as the wind blew toward the lads. On they rushed, the
warning bell on the engine clanging loudly, and mingling with the
rumble of the big wheels.
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