"We'll make it somehow, Mother. We'll start all over."
"I'll go to the house now and fix something for the firemen."
"I guess you might as well."
Hank Vetter, chief of the volunteers, left his engine and came over to where Stud was listening to the condolences of his neighbors.
"How'd it start?" yelled Hank.
"Darned if I know," said Stud, scratching his singed head. "I was tending a sick stallion and...."
"Was you smoking?" asked Hank.
"Never smoked around the barns in my life."
"Didn't tip over the lantern?"
"Lantern was hanging from a peg. Never touched the lantern."