"It will pay the rent anyway," said Jack, "and that's something. Perhaps, too, it may get me some more jobs like it."
"That's so," replied Deb, her face brightening.
In the evening Jack worked on his model. But he went to bed at ten o'clock, so as to be up early the next morning.
"Jack! Jack! Wake up!"
It was Deb's voice from the next room that aroused him in the middle of the night.
"There is a big fire over on the hill," she continued, "just look out of the window."
But Jack was already up.
"You're right!" he replied. "It's a whopper, too!" he continued, as the flames shot skyward, making all as bright as day. "I'll have to go," he added.
"Must you?"
"Certainly, it's my duty to serve."