The shack she had lately occupied smoked while the tarred paper on the roof crisped and curled; and then the whole structure burst into flames and sent blazing bits of paper and boards to spread the fire faster.
Fire guards which the inexperienced settlers thought safe were jumped without any perceptible check upon the flames.

The wind was just right for the fanning of the fire.

It shifted now and then erratically and sent the yellow line leaping in new directions.

Florence Grace Hallman was in Dry Lake that day, and she did not hear until after dark how completely her little diversion had been a success; how more than half of her colony had been left homeless and hungry upon the charred prairie.

Florence Grace Hallman would not have relished her supper, I fear, had the news reached her earlier in the evening.
At Antelope Coulee the Happy Family and such of the settlers as they could muster hastily for the fight, made a desperate stand against the common enemy.