Rollo and James ran off back towards Jonas.
“A wasp’s nest?” said James.
“Yes,” said Jonas. “I began to pile up that wood, and heard a buzzing under the log; and I looked down, and saw some wasps buzzing about a hole. We must burn up the wasp’s nest.”
“Well,” said Rollo, “come and do it now.”
Jonas was coming to burn up the wasp’s nest; but, as he was passing along towards it, his attention was suddenly arrested at seeing that the flames from one of the fires were beginning to spread rapidly upon the ground. There was quite a large circle in the grass, which had been burned over and blackened, and, at the outer edges of it, the flames were still spreading rapidly,—driven by the wind.
“Look! look!” said Jonas; “our fire is running.”
“Yes,” said James; “it is burning up all the grass.”
Jonas ran to the edge of the circle, and began trampling upon the flames, to put them out. The flames were very light, for the grass was thin, and so the fire was easily extinguished at any one spot; but, while Jonas was putting it out in one place, it was spreading in another, and he could not put it out so perfectly but that it would flame up and begin to spread again when he went to another place. James and Rollo stood by somewhat frightened, and not knowing what to do.
