"Let's see it disappear now," said the city engineer.
"Let's see it disappear now," said the police chief.
"Let's see it disa—it did, didn't it?" said one of the eminent scientists.
And it was gone and everybody was very wet.
"At least I have the picture sequence of the year," said the photographer. But his camera and apparatus disappeared from the midst of them.
"Shut off the water and cap it," said the commissioner. "And don't put in another plug yet. That was the last plug in the warehouse."
"This is too big for me," said the mayor. "I wonder that Tass doesn't have it yet."
"Tass has it," said a little round man. "I am Tass."
"If all of you gentlemen will come into the Plugged Nickel," said Nokomis, "and try one of our new Fire Hydrant Highballs you will all be happier. These are made of good corn whisky, brown sugar and hydrant water from this very gutter. You can be the first to drink them."
Business was phenomenal at the Plugged Nickel, for it was in front of its very doors that the fire plugs disappeared in floods of gushing water.