Part 13 (1/2)

”No; I tell you,” went on Alex suddenly. ”We'll try one of the old tile ovens on the other side of the yard. Perhaps we can box ourselves up in one of them.”

There was no time to lose, for the clearing was now blue with smoke, and climbing hastily to the ground, the boys were again off on the run. They reached the group of round-topped ovens.

A glance showed that their hope was futile. All about the furnaces were thickets of dead weeds, and a short distance away, and directly to windward, was a huge pile of light brushwood.

Promptly Alex turned back. ”We would be smothered or roasted in five minutes,” he declared. ”No. It is the water, or nothing. Perhaps we can work it by floating on a log.”

As they approached the river, the boys crossed the old yard siding.

Stumbling over the rails, partially blinded with the now stinging smoke, both suddenly ran into something, and fell in a heap. Scrambling to their feet, they found an old push-car, with low sides.

Alex uttered a cry. ”Jack, why can't we make a dash down the spur with this old car--pus.h.i.+ng it? And say, couldn't we lift it onto the main-line rails, and run all the way home?”

Jack hesitated. ”Look there,” he said, pointing to the wall of smoke into which the track disappeared a hundred yards away. ”And wouldn't there be burned-down trees across the rails?”

”No; not yet. The fire hasn't been burning long enough. And as to the smoke, it'll soon be just as bad on the river,” Alex declared.

”All right. Let us try it. But first, let us jump in the river and get good and wet,” suggested Jack.

”Good idea! Come on!

”Or; wait!” exclaimed Alex. ”Another idea. There is an old rubbish pile just over here, and a lot of tin cans. Let us get some, and fill them with water--to keep our handkerchiefs wet, to breathe through.”

They turned aside, quickly found and secured several empty cans each, and ran on. Reaching the water, they dropped the cans on the bank, and plunged in bodily.

As Alex had said, the water was intensely cold, and despite the relief to their eyes from the smoke, they clambered out again immediately, hastily filled the tins, and only pausing to tie their dripping handkerchiefs over their mouths, dashed back for the siding.

”You help me start her, Jack,” directed Alex as they placed the cans of water in the forward end of the car, ”and when we reach the edge of the woods, jump in. I'll run it the first spell, then you can relieve me.

That way we can keep it going at a good clip.

”All ready? Let her go!” With bowed heads they threw themselves against the little car, the rusty wheels began to screech; rapidly they gained headway, and soon were on the run.

They neared the smoke-hidden border of the clearing.

[Ill.u.s.tration: WITH A RUSH THEY DASHED INTO THE WALL OF SMOKE.]

”Jump in, Jack!” cried Alex. Jack sprang over the tail-board and threw himself flat on his face, and with a rush they dashed into the wall of smoke.

Rumbling and screeching, the car sped onward. Alex began to feel the heat. Suddenly it swept over them like the breath of a furnace, and there came a mighty roar.

They were in the midst of the flames.

”Are you all right, Alex?” cried Jack.

”Yes.” A moment later, however, Alex too sprang into the car, as he did so tearing off his handkerchief and stuffing it into one of the water-cans. ”I couldn't have held on another minute,” he choked. ”I believe the handkerchief was burning.”

Jack prepared to climb out to take Alex's place.

”No! Lay still!” interposed Alex. ”The car will run by itself here.

There's a down grade.”