"Change places with me, Bob. You're about puffed."
Jack was comparatively fresh as Sue had been doing a part of the pumping and by the time he had made a dozen trips back and forth the fire was well under control.
"A couple more pailsfull and she'll be out," he panted.
"My, but it's lucky we got here just when we did," Sue declared a few minutes later as, the fight ended, they stood looking at the blackened timbers. "If it had got a bit more of a start it would have gone up sure as smoke."
"And in smoke," Jack laughed.
"What'll we do now?" Bob asked after a moment's silence.
"Have you heard any shooting since we got here?" Sue asked.
"No, but I reckon that doesn't mean that there hasn't been any. We've been so busy that I guess we wouldn't have heard it if a gattling gun had been in action out there."
"Listen a moment," Sue suggested.
But not a sound came to them and Sue soon declared that the raid must be over.