"Look here!" He caught Dick by the collar, dragged him to the door, and pointed.
"Fire!" he cried.
"Hey!" cried the wheelwright.

"Fire! So it is.

But there's no house or stack out theer." "Only old Dave's.

Father said he thought it must be his place.

Come on, Dick." "But how are we to get there ?" cried Dick, forgetting the feud in the excitement.
"How are we to get there! Why, skate." "Will it be strong enough, Hicky ?" "Mebbe for you, lads; but it wouldn't bear me, and I couldn't get along the boat nor yet a sled." Tom had already seated himself, and was putting on his skates, while Dick immediately began to follow suit, with the result that in five minutes both were ready and all past troubles forgotten.