“He will die of suffocation, you silly chump, if you don’t let him out at once,” said Dan angrily. “You ought to have a good licking! Open the door and let him out, do you hear?”
“I can’t open the door,” was the untroubled reply, “because I locked it and threw the key away.”
“Where’d you throw it?”
“Somewhere over there in the bushes.” The boy nodded toward the fence. “I’m going to break the door down with the axe. If you can climb over I’ll let you squirt one of the extinguishers.”
“I can’t climb this thing,” cried Dan, impatiently. “Bring your axe here and knock off some of these sticks.”
But at that moment the dog ceased his howls.
“Never mind me! Knock in one of those windows,” ordered Dan, “and give him some air. He’s probably dying!”
The boy looked troubled, hesitated an instant and then crashed his axe through the glass of the side window.
A volume of smoke poured out and sent the rescuer reeling back. With a muttered exclamation of anger Dan gave a short run, caught somehow at the top of the high pickets and pulled himself up. The next instant he was down on the other side and had wrenched the axe from the boy’s hands. There was a strict rule at Yardley against trespassing on Sound View property, but Dan didn’t stop to think of that now.
“Get your fire extinguisher and look alive,” he shouted. “Put those flames out—if you can!”