[CHAPTER III.]
THE OLD MILL ON FIRE.
They all rushed to windows and looked out into the night. Off to the north a dull red glare lighted the sky.
“What is it?” asked Mr. Baker.
“I can’t see from here,” replied Jerry.
“Come on, fellows! Let’s go!” exclaimed Ned. He started for the door.
“Take the auto,” suggested Bob. “No telling how far off it is.”
The next instant the three boys were in the automobile shed, getting the machine ready for a start. The red glow in the sky increased. People began running past on their way to the fire.
There was a clatter and bang, a ringing of bells, and the one engine the town possessed, in all the glory of its brass and nickel plate, rushed past, as fast as the horses could drag it. The hose-cart followed.