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In really quick time they were running the engine out of the driveway, and Cole cried: "Three strokes! Over to the south side! Say! But it's quite a blaze, all right!" The sky was already showing a bright glow. "It's Sagger's butcher shop!" cried Tom Donnell. "Look, it's blazing like fury!" The shop was indeed wrapped in flames. "Fire! Fire!
"No; he came to thank me. But, come on, let's hustle and get back to quarters. Wasn't it queer old Sagger's place should catch fire?" "Yes. It serves him right, though, for all the mean things he's said about us." "He's pretty mean, but I'm sorry his butcher shop is ruined." "Oh, he's got money enough to build another."
It was rather dark and the street lights cast long and uncertain shadows along the walk. Joe had just started to cross a wooden bridge over an excavation when he heard a rush behind him. Before he could turn he was given a violent shove. "Push him into de cellar hole!" came, in Jack Sagger's voice. "Stop!" cried Joe, and it must be admitted that he was greatly alarmed.
"Pile of shavings near Sagger's new butcher shop caught fire, and made a lot of smoke. He came running in here, and wanted us to take the engine out, but I saw it didn't amount to anything, and I didn't want to waste a lot of chemicals on a blaze like that." "What did you do?" "We put it out with a few pails of water. He could have done the same, only he was too excited."
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