"Fasten on the hose!" suddenly called Captain Ben.
On the ground below firemen made fast to the lower end of the clothesline the length of hose from which the water had been turned off.
"If their hose isn't enough I'll let 'em have mine," said Jerry Simms, who now had the water turned full on in the garden line. And he was so excited that, before he knew it, he had sent a shower of spray up on the porch.
"Mind what you're doing, Jerry!" called Norah. "Be easy now!"
"Oh, excuse me!" begged the old soldier. "I'm so excited I don't know at all what I'm doing!"
He turned the hose aside, but this time he sprayed the fire chief and one of his men. But as they had on rubber coats and rubber boots, as well as thick helmets, they did not mind the water in the least and only laughed.
By this time other firemen had fastened an empty line of hose to the end of the clothesline. The other end of the rope was held by Captain Ben on the roof of the Bunker home, and now he began hauling up.
"I have it!" he cried as he reached the nozzle, and took off the clothesline. "Wait until I get close to the chimney, and then turn on the water."
"All right!" the chief answered.
Captain Ben, in his rubber-soled shoes that did not slip on the shingle roof, crawled over until he was close to the blazing chimney. It was low enough for him to point the hose right down in it, and when he had done this he shouted: