lad of the offered aid.
To have a score of husky boys appear so readily on the scene, ready for
business, was in the line of a "snap."

Accordingly, while some of the men got the horses hitched to the engine,
and others started the fire going, the hose cart was rushed out, and its
long rope eagerly seized by the waiting boys.

Paul was at the end of the line, for a scout leader must live up to his
reputation as a general, no matter what the emergency.

"Pull!" went forth the cry, and immediately the hose reel started off in
the direction where a flash of fiery red announced that the excitement
was centred.

Nothing could please such an energetic lot of lads more than a chance to
make themselves useful in this way. They pulled with a will, and passed
along the road leading out of the town, on a wild run.

The one who had declared that it was the old Bradley house that was on
fire must have had the situation well in mind. Perhaps he lived in that
neighborhood, and was better able to judge than the balance of the boys.
At any rate all of them had by now made sure of the fact.

Paul remembered that a family, in which were quite a number of children,
had lately come to town, and taken the big ramshackle building.

The thought gave him a thrill, and inwardly he found himself hoping that
none of them might be caught in that fire-trap.

"There comes the old machine!" shouted the fellow who, not being able to
get a grip on the rope by which the hose wagon was drawn, trotted in the
rear, and made out to push.

Yes, they could hear the shouts of the excited fire laddies now, and also
catch the sound of galloping horses.

Looking over his shoulder, Paul saw a medley of moving lights, evidently
the lanterns carried by the volunteers. These were doubtless clad in
their old toggery and fire hats, the foreman with his silver trumpet in
evidence, without which no respectable fire would think of allowing
itself to be quenched.

And a rising column of sparks attested to the fact that the fire in the
engine was in full blast, so that steam would be ready by the time the
scene of operations was reached.

"One side, boys, and let them pass! Give them plenty of room!" called
Paul.

He had seen that old engine booming along to a fire on many an occasion,
and remembered that the driver, Hank Seeris, was inclined to be a
reckless hand; for as a rule the machine was wobbling from side to
side, and threatening to overturn at any mi