"I should say there was!" Tom answered. "I hoped we could get
some of them out, but we can't now--until the fire dies down a
bit, at any rate."
"Look, Tom! The pattern shop roof is catching!" shouted Mr.
Swift, pointing to where a little spurt of flame showed on the
roof of a distant building.
"It's from sparks!" Tom said.
"Any danger of using water there?" Ned wanted to know.
"No, use all you like! That's the only thing to do. Come on,
you with the hose!" Tom yelled. "Save the other buildings!"
"But are you going to let the red shed burn?" asked Mr. Swift.
"You know what it means, Tom."
"Yes, Father, I know. And I'm going to fight that fire in a new
way. But we must save the other buildings, too. Play water on all
the other sheds and structures!" ordered the young inventor.
"I'll tackle this one myself. Oh, Ned!" he called.
"Yes," answered his chum. "What is it?"
"You take charge of protecting the place where the new aerial
warship is stored. Will you? I can't afford to lose that."
"I'll look after it, Tom. No harm in using water there, though;
is there?"
"Not if you don't use too much. Some of the woodwork isn't
varnished yet, and I wouldn't want it to be wet.
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