“Where’s your water?” asked one.
“Don’t want any!” cried Jack. “It’s gasoline. Get more sand if you want to–dry, if you can find it!”
He kicked one of the empty pails toward the men. A flash of lightning blazed over the structure, and the thunder rumbled as the rain came down harder than ever.
“This rain’ll put it out soon enough!” shouted one of the men helpers. The boys had gone back into the barn, leaving the girls outside.
“I can get some sand in that!” cried Belle, as she saw a pan in front of the dog’s kennel–it was used to contain his dinner. The girl began scooping up in it some of the damp gravel from the drive.
“Don’t! Don’t!” cried her sister. “Drop it. You mustn’t hold metal in a thunder storm.”
“Oh, I’m going in!” exclaimed Eline. “I can’t bear to be in the open when it lightens.”
She darted toward the garage. Instinctively the others followed. There seemed to be less smoke coming out now, and no blaze could be seen.
“I guess they can stop it,” murmured Cora. “Oh, I do hope they can!”
“Let’s go in and help!” cried Bess. “They may need us!”