“Hum, not much to fight fire with. We should have got all we could.”
“I did, but there were only two buckets, and we’ve used a bucket and a half.”
“Well, let’s see if we can locate it.”
“It’s right in this corner,” Jack declared a moment later. “I can hear it when I put my ear close to the logs and see, there’s a little smoke working its way in.”
“If we could get at it the half bucket of water would probably put it out right now, but it would be sure death to go out there.”
“And it’s equally sure to stay here and let it burn, isn’t it?” Rex asked.
“While there’s life there’s hope,” Bob reminded him.
“I know, but we’ve got to do something.”
“And if we can find an axe we’ll be doing it. Do you know if there is one in the cabin?” he asked, turning to Stebbins.
“I think so,” Stebbins replied, and to their great joy he pulled one from beneath one of the bunks.