It's the only chance to save the camp---or ourselves!" Dalzell shivered.

Nor could Dan understand how such a course would serve to save their camp.

But he saw the others following their leader's orders.
"Get over the ground, Dan!" bellowed Dick, as he sprinted to another point.

"Start a lot of blazes!" So Danny Grin fell in line with the movements of the others, though he felt not a little doubt as to the wisdom of the course.
Flame was now spurting up over more than an acre of the sun-baked strip of grass.
"Get a lot more of the grass going, fellows!" panted Dick, who was working like a beaver and dripping with perspiration.

"It's our only hope.