“Fire! Fire! Fire!” yelled men and boys hastening down the street.
“Where’s the blaze?” asked Jerry, throwing open his window and calling down to those running past.
“Judson’s mill!” was the cry. “Looks like a big fire!”
Jerry looked in the direction of the mill, and saw a glare in the sky.
“I’m going!” he exclaimed.
“Oh Jerry, you might get hurt,” objected Mrs. Hopkins.
“I’ll be careful, mother,” replied the boy, rapidly dressing.
On his way to the blaze he met Ned, who had also been awakened from his sleep by the alarm. The two boys hurried toward the mill, to which point it seemed as if every one in Cresville was hastening. The glare in the sky grew brighter.
“Here comes one of the engines!” cried Ned, as the apparatus dashed past. It was one of two new steamers recently purchased.