The old hand-engine, too, did its share,
and so energetically did the young firemen attack the blaze, that at
last the fire sullenly gave up.
"I think we've got it under control," said Bert, as he saw the flames
beginning to die down. "If we don't have any more explosions, we'll be
all right."
Fortunately there were no more, and, though the factory was badly
damaged, the larger part of it was saved. But that was nothing
compared to the satisfaction the members of the department felt over
Bert's brave act.
In an hour more the last spark had been extinguished, and the chief
gave orders for the engines to go back to quarters. It was the worst
fire they had yet undertaken to fight, and the new engines had proved
their efficiency in no uncertain manner. Little was talked of in town,
the next day, but the fire and the sensational rescue.
As for Bert and his chums, they, too, had a fruitful subject for
conversation. They had learned much from their experience at the box
factory blaze, which was liable to stand them in good stead at future
fires.
"I heard about you," remarked Mort Decker to Bert, when the next night
he called at Cole's barn.
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