Dere's suffin' else in dere except
carbide, an' dat's gwine t' go up soon, dat's suah!"
"Maybe you get your strong man-mule, Boomerang," suggested
Koku. "Nothing ever hurt him--explosion or nothing. He can kick
shed all to pieces, and put out fire."
"Dat's what I wanted t' do, but Massa Tom say I cain't,"
explained the colored man. "Golly! Look at dat fire!"
Indeed the blaze was now assuming alarming proportions. The red
shed, which was not a small structure, was blazing on all sides.
About it stood the men from the various shops.
"Tom, you must do something," said Mr. Swift. "If the flames
once reach that helmanite--"
"I know, Father. But that explosive is in double vacuum
containers, and it will be safe for some time yet. Besides, it's
in the cellar. It's the carbide I'm most worried about. We
daren't use water."
"But something will have to be done!" exclaimed Mr. Damon.
"Bless my red necktie, if we don't--"
"Better get back a way," suggested Tom. "Something may go off!"
His words of warning had their effect, and the whole circle
moved back several paces.
"Is there anything of value in the shed?" asked Ned.
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