Mark Small came along at that moment.
“It’s no use, boys, there’s been no washers on them pumps this five years.”
There was a laugh from the crowd and Teddy turned away with a very red face.
“The best engine in the world would be of no use now. She’s got to burn,” said Small, looking at his buildings, now enveloped in flames. “Much obliged to you, Teddy, all the same. Tell you what you can do. There’s little York frightened most to death. Becky got her out just in time. Just you take my team and get her home. That’s a good fellow.”
Teddy followed the direction of Small’s pointing finger, and saw Jenny York crouching on the ground beside Becky. In a moment he was beside the girls.
“Hello, girls, had a narrow squeak of it. Say, Becky, Small says you got her out. Is that so?”
“Yes, I did, Teddy. Ain’t you glad?” said Becky.
“Glad; you bet I am. Bully for you. Hurrah for Becky Sleeper.”
The crowd took up the shout, and Becky received an ovation. Just then Small drove up in his wagon.