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"Well, I guess not!" exclaimed Bert, as he climbed over the window sill, and entered the long hall that was part of the unfortunate man's prison. "He'll have to tackle the whole Lakeville fire department if he does. You're safe now, Mr. Stockton." "Oh! I'm so glad! It seemed as if I never would be free again!" "We'll soon have you in better quarters than this," went on Bert.
The old farm-wife hurried off, and the others gently raised the body of the unconscious man and bore it towards the house. Thus did Leslie Grey attend his wedding. The body was taken in by a back way to Sarah Gurridge's bedroom and laid upon the bed. Tim Gleichen was dispatched at once to Lakeville for the doctor. Then, dismissing everybody but Harry Gleichen, Mr.
The tank was refilled with soda water, and a new bottle of sulphuric acid put in the holder, for a supply of the chemicals had been brought along for that purpose. The other companies were also preparing for the contest. The Jamesville crowd had an engine just like these which Mr. Bergman had purchased for Lakeville.
But the real contest was now among the Lakeville, Jamesville and Northville Centre crews. The two latter had taken a lesson from Bert's first contest, and had men ready with hooks to tear the piles apart as soon as chance offered. This opportunity soon came, as the flames began to die down under the influence of the powerful gas.
The "Red River Whig" of July 7, 1838, gives the particulars of a tragedy in Western Alabama, in which a planter near Lakeville, left home for some days, but suspecting his wife's fidelity, returned home late at night, and finding his suspicions verified, set fire to his house and waited with his rifle before the door, till his wife and her paramour attempted to rush out, when he shot them both dead.
"First thing you know the town will have to vote you an appropriation." "Humph!" retorted Mr. Sagger, the miserly butcher. "If the bucket brigade was here we could do better than that. The brigade is good enough for Lakeville, and it keeps down taxes." "Yes, and sends our fire losses up," added the mayor.
"I got a hose rigged up on it, an' if our house got afire, I could put it out as easy as pie." "Yes, it's a good pump of yours," admitted Vincent, "but what we need here is a regular pumping engine, and some lines of hose. If we'd had 'em to-night we might have saved the barn." "The Selectmen of Lakeville are too stingy to appropriate any money for a fire department," said Bert.
But, in the other two shacks, there were still signs of flames. "Take up!" cried the chief, in his most professional voice. The boys began to reel back the hose. "Lakeville wins!" called the umpire of the contest. "Hurrah! Three cheers for Lakeville!" yelled the crowd, and Bert and his lads blushed with pleasure, for they had won the silver trumpet.
"A picnic?" repeated Bert. "Yes. Why not? Every village fire department has a picnic once a year. I don't see why Lakeville can't. It will stir the people up, and get rid of some of this jealous feeling." "I guess the boys would like it all right," replied Bert. "Then we'll have it over in Tillman's grove. I'll make the arrangements, and let you boys know when it's to be.
"I'll tell you what let's do," suggested Cole, as he and Bert were on their way to Lakeville, to get their chums; "let's wait until after dark to bring it into town, and then we can light the lanterns on the machine," for there were four, one on each corner. "Good idea!" replied Bert. "We'll do it. And we'll march down the main street, singing. I guess that will make a stir."
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