“Yes, there she is!” added Ned, as they caught the sound of the siren horn on the new motor apparatus, recently purchased by the town.
“But it won’t get here in time to save them! Look!” shouted Jerry.
He pointed to a window about eight feet above the one-story extension of the house where could be seen a woman and two children. From another window on the left of these frantic and screaming ones smoke was pouring, showing that the fire was close to them.
“We’ve got to save them!” cried Ned.
“That’s right!” added Bob. “We can do it from that low roof. They can drop down and we can help them get to the ground. Or if we could find a short ladder——”
“There’s one!” yelled Ned, pointing to one leaning against a fruit tree at the side of the house. “Come on!”
“We’re just in time!” added Jerry. “It’s a good thing we drove out this way!”
The boys dashed to the rescue of the fire-trapped ones, while they could hear the motor engine approaching; and as they watched neighbors came running across the fields to aid, having seen the pall of smoke.
While the Motor Boys are hastening on their errand of mercy I shall take just a moment to introduce my new readers more formally to the youths who are to be the heroes of this story.