He gave no thought as to how the conflagration had originated, and did his best to get the engine to the spot.
But, as has been stated, the place was up hill, and by the time they had made their way along the unpaved road, the fire had gained such headway that it was useless to pour water on the burning building, and all attention was directed to saving the adjoining property.
The heat was intense, and Jack, who was often at the nozzle of the hose, suffered greatly from this and the smoke.
In an hour the fire was declared under control, and a little later the order came to take up the hose and go home.
Jack worked with a will. He had done his duty, and now he was anxious to return, tell Deb all about it, and get to bed again.
While helping to wind the hose upon its carriage, he was suddenly approached by Mr. Gray, accompanied by a stranger.
"There he is!" were Mr. Gray's first words, addressed to the stranger.
The man laid his hand upon Jack's shoulder.
"I want you," he said, quietly.
"What for?" asked Jack.