And a moment later Ted saw it for himself. The big pile of fine, wooden dust thrown off by the big buzz saw was blazing and smoking, and running around it were many of the lumbermen.
“Oh, I go get my fire engine!” cried Trouble. He pulled his hand away from Janet who was holding him.
“No, you stay right with me!” she ordered, running after him.
Trouble had a toy fire engine that sometimes squirted real water out of a tiny hose that was fast to it. I say “sometimes,” for often the fire engine could not be found, and, when found, it might not work because Trouble had stuffed sand or something else in the hose. But now his thought was of this toy as he saw the burning sawdust pile.
“I put it out wif my engine,” he said.
“You’d better keep away,” advised Ted. “This is going to be a bad fire,” and he took hold of Trouble’s other hand to help Janet hold the little fellow.
“Do you think it will be bad, Ted?” asked Janet, in a low voice.
“I guess so,” he answered. “Look at the smoke!”
There was a great cloud of it now swirling around the sawmill.
“Do you think our bungalow will catch?” Janet next wanted to know.