The Young Firemen of Lakeville; Or, Herbert Dare's Pluck Read online

  CHAPTER IV

  BERT HAS A PLAN

  Lakeville was a typical New England village. It was of fair size, andwas located on Green Lake, hence the name. There was also a smallriver which emptied into the lake, and which ran around one edge ofthe town. Altogether it was a very nice place, but, like many othertowns, the principal citizens lacked a progressive spirit.

  The town was governed by ten men, called the Selectmen, who wereelected each year, and who formed a sort of council. Then there was amayor. At the time this story opens Mr. Appelby was mayor, and MosesSagger was chairman of the Selectmen. Mr. Sagger had an ambition to bemayor the next year, and he was working to that end.

  "Well, Herbert," said Mrs. Dare to her son at dinner the day followingthe fire, "I hope you don't get up to go to any more midnight alarms."

  "Why, mother?"

  "Because I was worried to death about you. I knew you would get hurt,and, sure enough, you did."

  "Oh, this burn? That doesn't amount to much. I'm glad I went, for Ihelped Mr. Stimson save something from the fire."

  "Yes, I heard about it. All the neighbors are talking about you. Youcertainly take after your father, and I am quite proud, though I can'tget over how frightened I felt."

  "I'm sorry you feel that way, mother, for I was thinking of a planthat might save the village from any more such fires, and I might haveto take part in it."

  "What do you mean, Herbert?"

  "Well, I think the village ought to have a fire department, avolunteer one at least, and I was thinking of organizing it."

  "Well, Herbert, you know your poor father used to say the same thing,but he never could get any one to agree with him. The men don't seemto take an interest in such a matter, though I should think theywould."

  "I wasn't thinking of taking in the men, mother."

  "Not take in the men? Whom would you have, then?"

  "The boys--my chums."

  "What! your friends--the boys you play ball with?"

  "Yes. I think we could organize as good a fire department as if we hadthe men, and I'm sure we could get out quicker on alarms, and couldbeat the bucket brigade all to pieces."

  "I'm afraid that's too big an undertaking for you boys, Herbert. Maybethe men will get together, now, and do something, after this barnfire. Perhaps they'll organize a department."

  "I don't believe so. I heard that Mr. Appelby and Mr. Sagger weretalking about it, and Sagger and his crowd object to spending themoney."

  "That's another point, Herbert. You'd have to have money to run adepartment."

  "Not much. You see we boys would serve without pay, and all we'd needwould be an engine."

  "But engines, even the kind worked by hand-pumps, cost money."

  "I know it, but we might get a second-hand one cheap. We could raisethe money somehow--get up a show, or have a ball game."

  "Perhaps you might, Herbert. But I don't want you running into danger.I'm sure you are thoughtful to take so much interest in the affairs ofthe town. Your father used to be that way."

  "Well, our house might catch fire some day, mother, and if I belongedto the boys' volunteer department, we could put it out for you in ahurry."

  "Don't suggest such a thing, Herbert. I'm afraid we'll never have adepartment here."

  "Stranger things have happened, mother. I'm going off now to see someof the boys."

  Though this was the first time Bert had spoken to his mother about hisplan of organizing a fire department in Lakeville, he had beenthinking over the matter for some time. Even before the barn burneddown he had had the 'notion in his head, and, when he saw the futileefforts of the bucket brigade, he determined to take some action.

  As he strolled down the village street, on the lookout for some of hischums to whom he might broach the subject, he espied Cole Bishop.

  "Hello, Bert!" called Cole. "How's your burn?"

  "It's getting better. What you going to do?"

  "Nothing special. What are you?"

  "Same thing, I guess. I was looking for some of the boys."

  "What for? Going swimming or fishing?"

  It was the vacation season, school having closed about a weekpreviously.

  "Well, I wasn't exactly going swimming, but I want to talk aboutwater."

  "About water? Say, you ought to see my force-pump. I put some newwashers in it, and it'll squirt fifty feet now. Come on over. I wishour house would catch fire."

  "You do? What for?"

  "Well, I'd show you how to put it out. I've got my pump on thecistern, and some hose ready to attach. It's got the bucket brigadebeaten a mile."

  "That's what I want to find some of the boys to talk about, Cole. I'mthinking of organizing a fire department."

  "A fire department! Say, that's great! I'll belong, and I'll let 'emuse my force-pump--no, I can't, either. It's fast to the cistern."

  "I guess we'd need something a little larger than that, if we have adepartment," replied Bert, "but you can join, and we'll let you fixthe engine pumps when they get out of order."

  "Will you, really? Say, that's immense!"

  "There's Vincent, now," went on Herbert Dare, as he saw his chum whohad aided him at the barn blaze.

  "Yes, and John Boll is with him. Hey, John! Hi, Vincent! Here shecomes!" and Cole threw a ball high in the air towards the other twoboys. John caught and returned it.

  "Come on over here," called Cole. "Bert has a great scheme."

  The four boys were soon in earnest conversation. Bert told of his planfor getting as many of the village boys as possible to join avolunteer fire department to answer all alarms.

  "Where are you going to get the engine?" asked John.

  "And where's the money coming from?" inquired Vincent.

  "That's all got to be thought out," replied Bert. "Maybe Cole can makeus an engine. He makes almost anything."

  "That's so," came from John.

  "Guess I'll have to wait a few years before I can make a fire engine,though," responded Cole. "But say, I just happened to think of it!They've got a new chemical engine over to Jamesville."

  "I don't see how that helps us," said Bert.

  "Don't you? Well, listen. If they've got a new engine, they won't needtheir old hand-pumping one."

  "Well?"

  "Don't you see what I mean? They'll sell the old machine and we canbuy it. It's a good one, and has a fine pump on. All it needs is alittle fixing, and I can do that. What's the matter with buying thesecond-hand engine of Jamesville?"

  "Nothing's the matter," returned Bert slowly, "except that we haven'tgot the money."