"Water's gone!" cried Tom. "Then there's only one way to save the barns."
"How?" asked Jack.
"They'll have to pull the stacks to pieces, and throw the hay that isn't blazing as far off as they can. Scatter it, and then the fire will eat itself out. It's the only way, and it can be done if they hurry, and the wind doesn't shift."
"Come on then!" yelled Bert. "It's up to us. No one else seems to know what to do."
"Grab these pitchforks!" yelled Tom, pointing to several of the implements standing near the barn. "Tear the stacks apart!"
With the sharp-pointed tools ready for service, Tom and his three chums rushed toward the burning stacks. The farmer and his men were standing helplessly by.
"Tear 'em apart! Tear 'em apart!" yelled Tom. "It's the only way!"
The next second, in spite of the intense heat, he and the other lads were scattering the hay on the side of the stack that was not yet ablaze.