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The amateur firemen.
"Aren’tyouafraidtoleaveit?"saidPeter.
"Lor’loveyou,no,"saidthewoman;"who’dhurtalittlethinglike’im?Besides,Spot’sthere.Solong!"
Thewomanwentaway.
"Shallwegohome?"saidPhyllis.
"Youcan.I’mgoingtofish,"saidPeterbriefly.
"IthoughtwecameupheretotalkaboutPerks’sbirthday,"saidPhyllis.
"Perks’sbirthday’llkeep."
Sotheygotdownonthetowing-pathagainandPeterfished.Hedidnotcatchanything.
Itwasalmostquitedark,thegirlsweregettingtired,andasBobbiesaid,itwaspastbedtime,whensuddenlyPhylliscried,"What’sthat?"
Andshepointedtothecanalboat.Smokewascomingfromthechimneyofthecabin,hadindeedbeencurlingsoftlyintothesofteveningairallthetime—butnowotherwreathsofsmokewererising,andthesewerefromthecabindoor.
"It’sonfire—that’sall,"saidPeter,calmly."Servehimright."
"Oh—howCANyou?"criedPhyllis."Thinkofthepoordeardog."
"TheBABY!"screamedBobbie.
Inaninstantallthreemadeforthebarge.
Hermooringropeswereslack,andthelittlebreeze,hardlystrongenoughtobefelt,hadyetbeenstrongenoughtodrifthersternagainstthebank.Bobbiewasfirst—thencamePeter,anditwasPeterwhoslippedandfell.
