CHAPTER XVI
ALONG THE FLOOR
Placing both hands on the sideboard of the dray, Bunny vaulted lightly to the ground. From where Bonfire stood, the thin eddy of smoke could be seen looping over the tree tops at the corner.
"It's Peterson's house!"
Bonfire shook his head. "The smoke shows too far north for that. It's either Crawford's or some shed near there."
For a long moment Bunny watched the white wreath tail up above the highest leaves; then, abruptly, he raced after the jogging dray.
"Stop that team!" he shouted.
Mr. Langer pulled up deliberately, hastened a little in the process, perhaps, by Roundy, who seemed on the point of taking the reins into his own hands.
"Everybody out! We can't leave a fire like that with nobody in town."
"Oh, rats!" snapped Sheffield. "We'll turn in an alarm at the station. What's the fire department for? Let it burn!"