"Is there a good water pressure?" panted Paul.
"I don't know," answered Dick, as he ran on. "There was the other day when we had fire drill, but maybe just when we want it there won't be any."
"Hurry! Hurry!" shouted Toots, as he and the others dashed pail after pail of water on the fire.
"Use the hose! Turn on the water!" cried Ray Dutton, who was just ahead of Dick. "Why don't you turn on the pressure?"
"Guess they don't know how to do it," answered the young millionaire. "One of those men is a new hand. Come on, boys, I can't see Grit burned to death!"
"He's howling now," cried Paul.
Indeed the frightened yelping of the imprisoned animal could be heard above the roar and crackle of the flames, and Dick increased his speed.
"I'm coming, Grit! I'm coming!" he shouted, but it is doubtful if the dog heard him.
The burning shed was in front of the only door to the ammunition house, and the fire must first be extinguished before the portal could be reached. To go through the flames now was out of the question.
"Keep back, boys! Keep back!" cried Major Webster. "There may be an explosion any moment. Keep back!"