"Into the back yard with it!" cried Roger. "Keep it away from the buildings!"
"All right, this way!" answered Dave, and then the pair made for something of an open lot behind the kitchen of the mansion and there threw the box on the ground. Crack! bang! crack! went the firecrackers, going off singly and in bunches, until all were shot off.
"It's a pity we didn't save 'em," said Roger, mournfully.
"It's a grand good thing they didn't go off in the garage," returned Dave.
"Well, I saved the big cannon cracker anyway," said Phil, as he walked up at that moment.
"Where did you put it?" questioned Roger, quickly.
"Over there, in a corner of the fence. I didn't want to take any chances, otherwise I might have taken it to the barn."
"Better leave it outside, where it can't do any damage," said Dave.
While talking, the three boys had been running back to the garage. There they found their chums and the men at work, including Senator Morr, all hauling the burning brushwood away and pouring water from a small hose on the flames. The most of the fire was out, so they found little to do. Only one corner of the garage had been touched, and for this the senator was thankful.
"But it was careless of you, James, to put that brushwood there, so close to the building," he said to the gardener, "Don't do it again."