ire the best you can. Greg, you
come upstairs with me, and we'll find Myra and get her out of the
smoke."

At the head of the stairs Prescott and Holmes found Jane, still in a
faint.

"We'll need more help to get her downstairs," muttered Dick. "Greg, you
find Myra, bundle her in blankets and rush down with her. I'll stay here
until you come back."

When Greg, after darting downstairs with the child, returned, he had two
other boys with him. It took all four to get Jane down and outside to
one of the porch chairs.

"This is work for the doctor," announced Dick, looking from Jane to Mrs.
Dexter. "You other fellows jump in to get the fire out, and I'll 'phone
for Dr. Bentley. He's Mrs. Dexter's doctor."

While making that comment, Dick darted back to the telephone. As seconds
were precious here, he merely called up central and stated what was
wanted. Then he ran to join the others.

"There's a hose outside this window. I've seen it before," called
Prescott, opening the window and jumping outside. Then:

"Dave!"

"Here I am, Dick."

"Here's the hose. I'll pass the nozzle in and then turn the water on."

"Bully for you, Handy Andy!"

Sizz-zz! Dave directed the stream against the liveliest flames. It was
only a lawn-sprinkling hose that he held, but even that threw a lot of
water.

Dick climbed in through the window again.

"We'll hold things down until the firemen get here," he announced
energetically.

So busy had all been that only two or three out of the ten boys present
had noticed that the fire-alarm whistle had called off the box number
some time previously.

Finally, with a screeching of whistles and a clanging of gongs, a part
of the Gridley Fire Department hauled up outside.

While hosemen fastened a line to a hydrant, and nozzlemen dragged the
lengths in through the wide-open front door, the chief ran ahead of
them.

"Where's the fire?" he called, and made his way inside.

"Well, you boys are dandies!" remarked the chief grimly. Then he ran out
to the front door.

"Shut that stream off!" the chief bellowed hoarsely. "A lot of Grammar
School boys have put the fire out with a lawn hose."

Two or three minutes later the policeman whom Prescott had summoned
arrived, out of breath. Two minutes after that Dr. Bentley's auto
stopped at the door.

Both unconscious women were revived, and Myra, who had not once awakened
in all the excitement, was taken up and tucked in bed.

"How did you get