mother, hurried on they saw that the blaze was in a
low shed, and from this shed came wild squeals.

"They sound like pigs!" said Bunny.

"I guess it is the pig-pen on fire," replied Mother Brown.

Bunny and his sister, with their mother, were at the fire almost as soon
as Daddy Brown and Uncle Tad. Then they saw for sure that what was
blazing was a big pig-pen built on the side of a barn. The barn had not
yet caught fire.

"Make a bucket brigade!" called one of the farmers who had run to the
fire. "We must dip water from the brook, pass it along in pails, and
throw it on the fire."

"Wait a minute!" cried Mr. Brown. "I have a better way than that, and
surer, I think. First some of you rip out a side of the pen, so the pigs
can get loose, and then we'll put out the fire for you."

"That's the idea! He's got fire extinguishers!" cried the farmer whose
pen was ablaze. "Rip off some of the boards and let those pigs out.
Otherwise they'll be roasted before their time."

"Set to work!" yelled a neighbor.

With rakes, hoes and axes the men soon tore down a side of the pen
farthest away from the fire. Out ran the pigs squealing as loudly as
they could. Dix, Splash and some other dogs ran among them, thinking it
was all a game, I suppose.

Mr. Brown, with one extinguisher, and Uncle Tad, with another, squirted
on the blaze the white streams, made of something that puts fire out
better even than water. Over the blaze Uncle Tad and Mr. Brown squirted
the stuff until finally the fire was out.

"Well, I'm certainly obliged to you, neighbor," said the farmer who
owned the pigs. "My name's Blakeson. I don't believe I know you, though.
Live around here?"

"No, we are making a tour in a big automobile," and Mr. Brown pointed to
it. "We saw your blaze and came to it."

"Well, I'm certainly thankful to you, and for those contraptions there,"
and he pointed to the fire extinguishers. "That's better than dipping
water from the brook."

"Yes, I carry them in case the gasolene on my auto should get on fire,"
said Mr. Brown. "But they'll put out any small blaze."

The pig-pen had only partly burned, and the barn, to the side of which
it was built, was only scorched. Some one must have dropped a match in
the straw of the pig-pen to start the blaze, it was said.

"Well, we'll nail a few boards back on the pen, and it will do to keep
the pigs in until morning," said Mr. Blakeson, the farmer. "That is if
we can get 'em collect