"But my dog is in there!" shouted Dick. "I must get Grit out!"
"You can't. It's madness to go too close!"
"I'm going to!" replied Dick grimly. "We'll put out the fire."
"Then use the hose—don't go too close with the buckets. That wooden shed should never have been built where it is."
"Come on! Get the hose into action!" yelled Dutton, and taking the nozzle from the hands of puzzled and inexperienced men, the cadet directed it at the fire, while Dick and Paul, aided by some of their companions, turned on the water, the supply coming from a big storage tank, raised high on metal supports to give the necessary force.
A moment later the water spurted from the nozzle and sprayed on the fire with a hiss of steam.
"That's the stuff!" shouted Dick. "We'll soon have you out of there, Grit! Wait a minute, old boy!"
This time the dog heard his master's voice, and a joyful bark replaced his howls of fear.
It was high time that there be used some more effective means of putting out the fire than buckets of water, for the flames were burning fiercely.
"It's lucky that the door of the powder house is thick," murmured Major Webster. "It will take some time to burn through. But if it does——"