“We must put it out!” I cried. “We can’t let the mill go down in this fashion. We must get water and a ladder or something, and put the fire out.”
“I’ll do anything you say, Rube, but I don’t think you can. Better try to save some of the things in the rooms.”
“No; I’m either going to save the mill or nothing,” I returned with a grim determination.
And I dashed off to see what I could do towards subduing the flames, which were each instant growing more fierce and destructive.
CHAPTER XIX.
LIVELY WORK.
The mill was afire in two places, and unless something was done very quickly the conflagration would be beyond all control, and the place would be consumed.
With a cry to Ford to follow me, I dashed into the lower room and brought out a couple of pails that stood handy.
“Here are pails,” I said. “Can you reach down and fill at the wheel? I’ll go and raise the ladder to the shed.”