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Updated: July 10, 2025
Down the street marched the proud boys, singing at the tops of their voices, the lamps showing off the engine to good advantage. "Well, I must say those young chaps have a lot of gumption!" declared Mr. Appelby. "I wonder if they're going to keep the engine?" "I wish there was a fire I mean a little one, that wouldn't do much damage," said Cole. "I'd like to show 'em how she works."
I will furnish everything except the members of it, and I will even pay for having installed an electric alarm system, with pull boxes in various places. I will also equip a small fire headquarters. In view of the fact that we have no water system, I would suggest that chemical engines be used." "That's right," came from Mayor Appelby.
Appelby, as he walked off. "He's too miserly to want to pay a few dollars extra each year to support a regular fire department. But we'll have to have one some day." That day was nearer than Mr. Appelby supposed. Lakeville was a typical New England village. It was of fair size, and was located on Green Lake, hence the name.
The big pile of boxes was blazing furiously, but the boys ran the engine close to a small pond, the bucket corps got busy, the hose lines were unreeled, and, in less than three minutes, there was only a smoking heap where there had been fierce flames. "That's the stuff, boys!" exclaimed Mayor Appelby, who was among the spectators that had gathered.
All I ask the town to do is to supply the members and places in which to keep the engines." "You have heard the very generous offer of our distinguished fellow townsman and public-spirited citizen, the Honorable Perrett Bergman," said Mayor Appelby, pompously. "What have you to say?" "I say take it!" exclaimed Moses Sagger, quickly.
In a little while the fire was about out, and Bert ordered the boys to use only one line of hose, which made it easier on the pumpers and bucket lads. Then, with a final hiss and splutter, the fire died away. "It's a terrible loss!" declared the butcher, as he contemplated the ruins of his shop. "I'll lose over a thousand dollars." "Haven't you any insurance?" asked Mr. Appelby.
Either he is to be made chief of the new department or there isn't going to be any department." This was plain talk, and the objectors knew Mr. Bergman meant it. "I, for one, would be only too glad to see the boys run the department," said Mayor Appelby. "They have more time than we have." "That's so," agreed a number, as the sentiment began to swing around the other way.
Appelby was mayor, and Moses Sagger was chairman of the Selectmen. Mr. Sagger had an ambition to be mayor the next year, and he was working to that end. "Well, Herbert," said Mrs. Dare to her son at dinner the day following the fire, "I hope you don't get up to go to any more midnight alarms." "Why, mother?" "Because I was worried to death about you.
"Whoop!" shouted Cole, standing up, and waving his hat. "That's the stuff! Whoop! Hurrah!" There was instant excitement in the hall. Everyone seemed to be talking at once. The boys of the town were standing together, cheering for Herbert. Mayor Appelby was vainly rapping for order. At last Mr. Sagger made his voice heard above the others.
Appelby. "Maybe he lost his head on account of the fire." "And he lost his manners, too," added Vincent, at the recollection of Muchmore's mean words. "Well, the house is safe now," went on Mr. Appelby. "I guess we can leave. I suppose Muchmore can attend to things now. Let's gather up the buckets, Sagger, and go home. I'd like to get a little more sleep."
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