CHAPTER VII.
RICHARD KINDLES A LITTLE FIRE.
Sandy continued to pull out the hay from behind the board, till Richard, who, as engineer, conducted the operations, directed him to suspend his labors. The contents of the bottle were poured upon the heap of loose hay.
"What's that, Dick?" asked Sandy.
"Spirits of turpentine. I intend to make sure work of it," answered Richard.
"I wouldn't use that stuff," added Sandy.
"Why not?"
"To tell the truth, Dick, I was in hopes the fire wouldn't burn."
"I believe you are a fool, Sandy Brimblecom. Have you come clear over here, in the dead of the night, to kindle a fire that will not burn?"
"I don't like the idea of setting the barn on fire," whispered Sandy, in an earnest tone. "What do you suppose they will do with us, if we should get found out?"