But wild confusion was on the crowd of cowpunchers.

They ran here and there.

One or two brought buckets of water and tossed the contents uselessly into the swirling, red-stained hell of smoke.

But most of them ran here and there, accomplishing nothing.
"An' all this come from one little match, Mac," cried Haw-Haw ecstatically at the ear of Mac Strann.

"All what we're seein'! Look at the gal, Mac! She's out of her wits! She's foolin' about Barry, doin' no good." A gust of smoke and fire must have met Barry face to face when he entered the barn, for he seemed now as helpless as if he were under a strong narcotic influence.