“What?” Ben asked. “I don’t see anything. What do you mean?”
“Right there alongside of that big pine. Don’t you see the smoke? Some one has lighted that fire again. It must be just where we found the embers.”
As he spoke he began to run down over the meadow in the direction of the spot from which the smoke rose. Ben and Ann could see it plainly, now that their attention had been called to it, a thin wisp of smoke curling above the top of one of the tallest pines.
“Come on,” said Ann. “I’m going, too.”
“Sure,” said Ben, and they started to run after Jo.
“Where are you going?” called Mr. Seymour. “The rain will be here soon.”
“Jo thinks there is a fire down in the swamp,” Ben answered, “and we are going to help him put it out.”
“Well, don’t stay too long. Remember that the rain will be of more use than you are.”
“I want to go with them,” said Helen. “Mayn’t I, father?”
“Take care of her, Ann,” cautioned Mr. Seymour.