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In the meantime Joe was feeling his way along a scaffolding where some masons had been at work. As it happened the entire party under Jack Sagger walked toward the unfinished building and came to a halt directly under the scaffolding. Joe saw them and crouched back out of sight. "Where is de country jay?" he heard one of the crowd ask. "He's back here somewhere," answered Jack Sagger.
Tom and Charlie went through the hall, dragging the two lines with them, and the hose was soon reeled back on the engine. "Guess we've done our share," declared Mr. Sagger, as he called to his men of the bucket brigade. "The fire's out!" "Well, I can't say that we did it all," Confessed Mr. Appelby. "The boys did the most of it." "We could have done it without them," asserted the butcher.
He was just passing the entrance to a factory yard when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and wheeling around found himself confronted by Jack Sagger, Nick Sammel, and half a dozen others, who had gathered to see their leader "polish off" the country boy. "What do you want?" demanded Joe, sharply. "You know well enough wot I want, country!" exclaimed Jack Sagger. "I do not."
"No, we don't want it!" cried Mr. Sagger. "We have no use for you boys. The men can run things in this town, We'll merge the bucket brigade into a regular department." "That's what we will!" came from some of the older members of that ancient organization. "Then we might as well go home, boys!" exclaimed Herbert, somewhat bitterly. "They have no use for us here." "One moment!" exclaimed Mr.
What Frank said was true, and less than a week later they heard through another hotel boy that Jack Sagger had been arrested for stealing some lead pipe out of a vacant residence. The pipe had been sold to a junkman for thirty cents and the boy had spent the proceeds on a ticket for a cheap theater and some cigarettes. He was sent to the House of Correction, and that was the last Joe heard of him.
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."
Sagger will make a big fuss over his loss, and, as he hopes to be the next mayor, he may start a movement. But I'm just as well satisfied to have the department the way it is, for a while. Of course, if the town took hold we could get another engine, and maybe a better alarm system. Constable Stickler can't always be depended on." "Still, he's done pretty good." "That's right.
"I don't believe they'll touch anything, Mr. Sagger," declared Sidney, who did not fancy having to bring in all the boxes and barrels from in front of the shop, and take them out again. "Yes, they will! I know boys! They're always playing tricks. Bring the things in."
The flames were becoming brighter and brighter, and were now shooting from windows on the side of the house, a big chimney, built up from outside, jutting out between the casements. "Here, you boys git away from here, and let us git some water!" cried Moses Sagger, as, followed by several men he pushed his way to the cistern.
"Yes, it's fully covered by insurance; but think of the trade I'll lose until I can build a new shop!" "Oh, I guess you can put up some kind of a shack that will do for a while. We don't need much meat in the summer time." "I tell you what it is!" exclaimed Mr. Sagger, "we've got to have a regular department, mayor; that's what we have! We can't have business places burn up this way.
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