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Sagger, who acted as a sort of chief at times. "Here you are with the engine," cried Bert, in opposition. "Right down to the brook, boys!" "Form lines!" directed Mr. Sagger. "Pass buckets." Bert and his chums ran the engine close to the stream of water. Then Burt unreeled the two lines of hose, and gave them in charge of Tom and John.
"If you ever touch me again, Jack Sagger, I'll give you the worst thrashing you ever had," said Joe, loudly. "Remember, I am not the least bit afraid of you. The best thing you can do is to keep your distance." "Humph!" "I don't want to quarrel with anybody, but I am always ready to stick up for my rights, just you remember that."
That was quite a fire you had over there the other night. If you'd had a chemical engine like ours that blaze could have been put out." "That's what it could," replied Cole. "I had a visit from one of your men the other day," went on the chief. "Who?" "Mr. Sagger. He wanted to know, in case they had a bad fire in Lakeville, if we'd lend 'em our engine." "What did you tell him?" asked Bert.
Several members of the bucket brigade made application to join the new department, and they were taken in. Moses Sagger and some of his cronies, however, still held out. As the boys dragged the new chemical engines through the town, quite a crowd came out to look at them. The machines glittered with brass and copper, highly polished, and made a fine appearance.
"I'll mash him, dat's wot I'll do," answered Jack Sagger. He was a big, rawboned lad, several inches taller than Joe. His face was freckled, and his lips discolored by cigarette smoking. He was a thoroughly tough boy and it was a wonder that he had ever been allowed to work in the hotel at all. He had a fairly good home, but only went there to sleep and to get his meals.
A street light now guided him and he came out through the back of the structure and into an alleyway. From this he made his way to the street. "I'll have to hurry," he reasoned. "If they catch me now they will want to half kill me!" "Don't let him git away!" he heard Sagger roar. "Catch him! Catch him!" "Hold on there, you young rascals!" came a voice out of the darkness.
Clouds of steam arose as the fluid fell on the hot embers. "Can't you throw any more water on?" demanded Mr. Sagger, who continued to run up and down in front of his place, deploring his loss. "We're doing the best we can," answered Bert. "We ought to have a regular department, that's what we ought to have!" declared the butcher. "It's a shame that business men have to suffer losses by fire.
So Sidney had to do it, laboring hard, and all to no purpose, for no sooner had he brought the produce in, than Bert and his chums passed on down the street, not bestowing so much as a glance at the butcher shop. They were too occupied thinking of the prospective fire department. "There, I'm glad they're gone," said Mr. Sagger. "They made me nervous standing there. Put the things out again, Sid."
With whoops and yells they began to haul the engine rapidly in the direction of the fire, the reflection of which could already be seen. "Come on!" cried Mr. Sagger, to several of the bucket brigade. "We must put out the fire. Come on, men!" He caught up his bucket from the corner where he kept it. Other villagers did likewise, and soon there was quite a throng headed for the burning haystack.
"No, we want men to run the department," objected the butcher. "Those boys are as good as men," asserted Mr. Appelby, as he watched the lads, under Bert's direction, take up their hose and get the engine in shape for returning to quarters. "I guess old Sagger is afraid his taxes will go up. But we do need a regular department," he added to himself.
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