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Updated: May 9, 2025
"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.
Presently he reached a partly finished building and crawled up some planks leading to one of the floors. "He is running away!" he heard Jack Sagger cry. "Come on after him!" said another of the crowd. "Let's take his new coat and vest away from him!" added a third. The entire party dropped down into the hole and ran to the rear, in a hunt after our hero.
"What are you doing around these buildings?" A watchman had come on the scene, with a lantern in one hand and a heavy club in the other. "We ain't doin' nuthin," said one of the boys. "Maybe you're the gang that stole that lumber a couple of nights ago," went on the watchman, coming closer. "Ain't touched yer lumber," growled Jack Sagger. "We're after anudder feller wot hid in here," said Sammel.
He was rather pale, for he was not used to speaking in public. "What is it, Herbert?" asked Mr. Appelby. "Don't you favor this?" "I most certainly do, and so do all the boys. All we want to know is, what will become of our department?" "Oh, we won't need you boys when we get the chemical engines," said Mr. Sagger quickly. "The members of the bucket brigade will attend to them.
"Den you have got to fight," and Jack Sagger began to pull up his rather dirty coat sleeves. "Supposing I don't want to fight?" went on our hero, as calmly as he could. "Yer got ter do it, country or else make dat promise." "I'll make no promise to you." "Den take dat!" As Jack Sagger uttered the last words he launched a blow at Joe's nose. But our hero ducked and the blow went wide of its mark.
As for the members of the bucket brigade, they, for the most part, sneered whenever the new department was mentioned. "Wait 'till they get up against a real fire," said Moses Sagger. "Then we'll see what good their old second-hand engine is. They'll have to depend on the bucket brigade then."
"I had a little excitement on the way." "How was that?" "Jack Sagger and some other boys followed me up and wanted to polish me off." "You don't look as if they had done much polishing." And the hotel man smiled. "No, Jack Sagger got the worst of it. I guess he'll leave me alone in the future." "You mustn't fight around the hotel, Joe." "This was on the way to Jackson & Bell's, sir.
When I git through wid him his own mother won't know him," went on Jack Sagger, boastfully. "Maybe he'll git the cops after you, Jack." "I'll watch out fer dat, Nick, an' you must watch out too," answered Jack Sagger. "Are you sure you kin best him? He looks putty strong." "Huh! Can't I fight? Didn't I best Sam Nolan, and Jerry Dibble?" "That's right, Jack."
In the street in front of Cole's house, were several members of the bucket brigade, trying to catch up with the foremost men, who, under the leadership of Moses Sagger, were running toward the blaze. These stragglers the young firemen shortly left behind, and soon they were almost up to the head of the line of the older fire-fighters.
"What's the use of talking? I've seen it do good work." "Well, maybe once in a while. But it can't handle a big fire. We need a regular department, that's what we do." "What, and increase the taxes to pay for it? I guess not much!" exclaimed Mr. Sagger. "I pay too high taxes now. The bucket brigade is good enough." "That's the kind of men that keeps Lakeville from growing," thought Mr.
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