"All right, Johnny Bull," replied Tommy.
The house was now all excitement. The young gentlemen ran about with water jugs, making feeble efforts to put out the fire.
Mrs. Floyd fainted and was carried out in the snow, while her husband, with a small garden syringe, squirted at the flames, which were increasing in fury and intensity every moment.
Wild Charley was the only one who had any sense.
He put on his hat and ran to the engine house, which was fortunately in the next street, and gave the alarm.
Bobsey, with Tommy by his side, formed one of a rapidly increasing crowd that lined the pavement opposite.
He enjoyed the fire as only boys can, and when the flames darted out of the parlor windows, took off his cap, waved it, and cried:
"Hooray!"
Tommy was much concerned at the state of affairs, for he saw a prospect of losing the new home that he had so recently acquired.
By and by the engine came snorting and panting up to the scene of the fire. People all up and down the street were aroused.