Bravely the motor girls entered the garage. A shift in the wind had blown the smoke away from the door. They could see the boys and men fighting the flames that were in a far corner of the main room.
Belle suddenly ran forward and dashed on the blaze the pan of sand that she had not relinquished.
“Bravo!” cried Jack. “You’re a heroess!”
He held his hand to his smarting eyes.
“Let me take that extinguisher!” begged Belle, plucking a half-emptied one from him.
“Here’s one for me!” exclaimed Bess, picking it up off the floor. It had not been opened. She knocked off the top and, doing as the others did, she sent the powder in a sweeping motion toward the flames. Some of the men ran out for more sand. The blaze was being well fought now. There was really no need for the fire department.
Above the place where the autos were stored were rooms formerly occupied by the coachman and his family, before Mrs. Kimball disposed of her horses. The stairs to these rooms were boxed in, a door leading directly to the path that went to the driveway.
“I can go up there and get another extinguisher!” cried Cora, indicating the stairway. “I know there’s one there.”
“No need to!” exclaimed Ed, who again had to get a breath of fresh air. But Cora was already in the enclosed stairway.
The next moment she shrieked: