"It would take a regular fire department to put out that blaze!"
"Maybe Captain Putnam will send out the bucket brigade," answered his chum.
The wind was steadily increasing, and as it whirled around it sent the sparks flying in all directions. Jack had one ember settle on his hand and Pepper was burnt on the ear. They got a good deal of smoke in their eyes and soon commenced to cough. But they kept on throwing all the loose dirt and stones possible on the fire.
"I wish the barrels didn't have quite so much tar on 'em," panted Pepper. "It's a wonder the roofer left so much inside."
"He wanted to give you the worth of your money," answered the young major, grimly.
After what seemed a long time a shout was heard, and then Andy burst into view.
"The bucket brigade is coming with pails of water," he said. "And some other cadets are to get rakes and wet swabs and shovels."
"They can't come any too quick!" answered Pepper. "See, two of the trees are burning already."
"Yes, and two others are catching!" announced Jack. Then an extra puff of wind sent all of the cadets from the vicinity of the blazing barrels.
"I suppose Ritter and Coulter didn't dream of such a fire when they started it," was Andy's comment.