“Gosh! That was a narrow escape!” he exclaimed. “I could have tumbled in.”
Brad gave a quick glance down into the pit and then did a double take. Water!
“It’s an old well!” he thought. “Now if only we had buckets—”
The boy started on, running toward the estate where he and Dan so rudely had been dismissed by the gardener.
Reaching the road, he was just turning into the lane when a truck halted beside him.
“Say, buddy, where’s the fire?” the driver asked him.
Brad saw that it was a telephone company truck bearing five or six linesmen in addition to the man at the wheel.
“There’s a brush fire over behind that stone house,” he informed, pointing toward the area of billowing smoke. “I need help and I need it fast!”
“Hop in!” directed the driver.
The truck roared down the road and turned in at the castle grounds. Smoke now was so dense that the building scarcely was visible.