ruck, with prancing
horses which seemed to delight being out in the storm.

There was a roaring murmur from the crowd, and Uncle Toby looked at Aunt
Sallie and shook his head.

"You surely have caused some excitement around here," he said, but he
could not help laughing.

"I go see fire engines!" cried Trouble. "I go!"

"You'll stay right here with me!" declared Jan, taking a firm hold of
her little brother's arm.

"No! Don't want to!" shouted Trouble. "Wants go see fire engines! I
'ikes fire engines!"

He squirmed and struggled so that it seemed as if he would break away
from Janet. Uncle Toby and Aunt Sallie had gone around to the front of
the house to meet some of the firemen who were asking where the blaze
was as they did not see any smoke.

"Be good, Trouble!" begged Lola, trying to help Janet manage the little
fellow, who was tired and cross from the long day's ride.

"Want to see fire engines!" he insisted, for the engine and truck were
now out of view from the side porch, having drawn up farther along the
street.

"Oh, maybe the police wagon will come and you can see it from here,"
added Mary, trying to do her best to aid in soothing William.

This seemed to quiet him at once. He was just a little afraid of a
policeman.

And, surely enough, just then the police patrol wagon, with its clanging
bell, not quite as loud as the fire engine, though, came up and a number
of officers jumped out. There was another roar from the crowd as this
added excitement was provided. Never had there been such an evening in
Pocono, with the big storm getting worse all the while.

But Uncle Toby took charge of matters. He explained to the police and
the firemen what had happened--that Aunt Sallie had become so excited
she had summoned more help than she had really needed.

"But is there really a monkey up on the roof?" asked a policeman.

"Yes, my monkey Jack is up there near the chimney," said Mr. Bardeen.
"You can see him. He's got on one of my coats."

Without a doubt there was Jack, sitting on the ridge of the roof, one
hairy paw thrust through an arm of the coat, clinging to the bricks of
the chimney.

"I'd like to get him down," said Uncle Toby, "for he is a valuable
animal, and he may take cold and get pneumonia even if he has on a
coat."

"Well, we're the boys to get him down," laughed one of the firemen. "But
will he bite?" he asked anxiously. "I don't know much about monkeys, but
I guess they can bite.