“Oh, what a find!”
You could not have told who was saying which or what. It was all one happy, unintelligible jumble.
“Light her up!”
It was the signal for the kindling of the fire.
A score of matches flared in the darkness of the June night. The straw and paper piled under the chaos of wood blazed with puffs of flame. The wood caught and the tongues of fire leaped high, bringing into bold relief the faces of the lads who joined hands and circled about the ruddy beacon.
“Hurray!”
“That’s the stuff!”
“Let her burn!”
“Say, that’s a dandy, all right!”
“Biggest in years!”