The Motor Boys in the Army; or, Ned, Bob and Jerry as Volunteers

by Clarence Young

  CHAPTER III

  “JUST AS EASY!”

  Down the hill thundered the fire engine, the man on the back stepkeeping the whistle going. Behind the steamer came the powerfulautomobile containing Ned, Bob and Jerry, and after them came a crowdof men and boys, while a car or two, not having the speed advantage ofthe motor boys’ vehicle, trailed after.

  “If they make the turn into Water street, a block above the river,they’ll be safe,” said Ned to his tall chum beside him in the seat.“The hill isn’t so steep there. But if they keep on down past Waterstreet----”

  “It’s into the water for them!” grimly finished Jerry Hopkins. “We’lltry to stop them before they get there.”

  He gave the auto a little more gasoline, and it leaped forward. At thesame moment Bob yelled:

  “There it is! See the blaze!”

  He pointed off to the left, and there a glare in the sky, whichincreased in brightness as the boys looked, could be observed.

  “One of the tenements over in Frogtown!” exclaimed Ned, naming a poorsection of Cresville where lived a number of foreigners who worked inthe various factories. Of late a number of new industries had sprungup in the place, and the foreigners, who made up a large share ofthe workmen, were quartered in long rows of tenement houses, on theoutskirts of Cresville, the place being styled “Frogtown,” becausebuilt on filled land, where once had been a frog-infested pond.

  “If those shacks get to going there’ll be some fire,” murmured Ned.“And they’ll get a good start if the engine doesn’t soon reach theplace.”

  “Some one ought to send in another alarm, and bring out the otherengine,” added Bob. “This one won’t be much good if it goes to smash.”

  “We’ve no time to send in alarms now,” muttered Jerry. “Let some oneelse do that. We’ve got to stop those horses if we can!”

  Ned and Bob clung to the sides of the car. This was in the lead now,and nothing was between their automobile and the swaying, rumblingengine.

  Suddenly Ned gave a cry and pointed to something.

  “What is it?” asked Jerry. “Another fire?”

  “Look at that old man! Right in the path of the engine! The horses’llbe on him in a minute!”

  “That’s right!” chimed in Bob, from the rear seat. “Hi there! Get outthe way!” he yelled. “Don’t you see the engine?”

  Certainly the man at the side of the road, standing in the full glareof an arc electric light, ought to have heard the rattle of therunaway engine, even if he did not see it, though the place was wellilluminated, and there was then no other vehicle in sight, save theautomobile of the motor boys. There was something familiar about theodd figure, but neither Ned, Bob nor Jerry had time just then to lookclosely enough to make out who it was.

  “What’s he doing?” asked Jerry, as he skillfully guided his machineand turned on a little more speed, for he was nearing the engine, andwanted to be in a position to stop the runaway horses if he could.

  “He seems to be picking up something off the ground, under the light,”went on Ned. “Get out the way! Get out the way!” he yelled.

  Then, for the first time, the little man at the side of the streetseemed aware of what was going on.

  “Look at him!” cried Jerry.

  “He’s right in the way of the horses!” added Ned.

  “And he’s going to try to stop ’em!” came from Bob. “Oh, boy! what’llhappen to him?”

  And it was plain to the three chums that the little man was going tomake an effort to stop the runaways. At this point there was a slightupward slant to the street, before it made the turn over the hill downto the river.

  The horses had slackened their speed somewhat, but they were stillrunning at a smart pace, when the little man, first laying somethingcarefully down in the grass at a safe distance from the road, steppedout, and began running alongside the runaways.

  “He knows something about the game,” murmured Ned. “Lots of folks thattry to stop a runaway horse get right in front. The only way to do isto get alongside and grab the reins.”

  “That’s what he’s doing! That’s what he’s _done_!” cried Bob.

  And, indeed, the small man had. He ran alongside the off horse, untilhe could reach up and grab the reins, and then he hung on and let hisweight tell. And it did, too, slight as it was. That, and the effect ofhis voice (for the boys could hear him calling to the steeds to stop),combined with the fact that the horses were tired and had a little hillbefore them, gradually brought the runaways to a stop. The nigh horseslipped and fell heavily, but the other retained its feet, and so didthe little man who had brought the animals to a stop.

  “Say, did you see him do it?” cried Jerry to his chums.

  “I should say yes!” chimed in Bob.

  “Just as easy!” murmured Ned, admiringly. “Just as easy!”

  “He certainly did know how to do it,” agreed Jerry, as he brought theautomobile to a stop near the throbbing engine, for now there was agood head of steam up. The boys ran to where the little man stillstood. Ned was the first to reach him. The boy gave a cry.

  “Professor Snodgrass!”

  “What’s that?” asked Jerry, in surprise.

  “It’s our old friend, Professor Uriah Snodgrass!”

  “Great rattlesnakes, so it is!” shouted Bob.

  And it was, indeed, the professor, now a member of the faculty ofBoxwood Hall, and a companion, more than once, of the boys on theirtrips.

  “Are you hurt, Professor?” asked Jerry, as he hurried to the side ofthe little scientist, while the fireman of the steamer came forward torelieve Mr. Snodgrass of the care of the standing horse.

  “Hurt? No. Why?” asked the surprised scientist.

  “Why because you stopped that runaway.”

  “Runaway? Was that a _runaway_?” asked Professor Snodgrass in greatsurprise.

  “Of course it was!” cried Ned. “Didn’t you know it?”

  “A runaway? No, my dear boy, I did not. I heard some yelling, and I sawthe fire engine coming my way. But the reason I stopped it was becausea little while ago I saw, just beyond, in the road, a most curious bugof a kind that only appears early in April in this locality. I waseager to get it, and I was afraid, if the horses and engine trampledthe roadway, that I would lose the exceedingly rare specimen. That’swhy I stopped the animals. I had no idea that it was a runaway, but I’mglad if I have been of any service. If you’ll excuse me, now, I’ll goand look for that bug,” and, as though it was his custom every eveningafter supper to stop a runaway fire engine in danger of plunging intothe river, Professor Snodgrass turned aside and began searching in thedust for the bug he wanted. Off to one side, in the grass where he hadcarefully placed it before stepping out to stop the horses, was thecollecting box the boys knew so well.

  “Isn’t he the limit?” cried Jerry.

  “Same old professor. Hasn’t changed a bit,” observed Bob.

  “Well, considering it was only about three weeks ago that we left himat Boxwood Hall, there hasn’t been much time for change,” returned Ned,with a laugh. “But say, fellows, what’s to be done?” he went on. “Thatfire’s growing worse, and it looks as though one of these horses wasout of business.”

  “He is,” said Hank Tedder, the engineer. “His leg’s broke. He’ll neverpull another engine. And how I’m going to get this steamer to thefire--first alarm it’s ever responded to--I don’t know.”

  The boys did not either--that is Ned and Bob did not. But Jerry did. Hewas always resourceful.

  “Unhitch the horses!” he cried to Hank. “Push the engine back so itclears, and we’ll tow it to the fire with our auto.”

  “Can you?” asked Ned.

  “Sure. We’ve got plenty of power, and it’s a level road from here on.Downhill, if anything. You can ride on the seat, Hank, and put on thebrake when it’s needed. Come on, boys!”

  “All right. And it can’t be any too soon!” murmured Bob, as he lookedat the reddening sky.


  “They may send the other engine,” said Jake Todger, another firemanwho came up in some one’s automobile just then. He worked to free theinjured horse while the boys unharnessed the other one. ProfessorSnodgrass seemed to have forgotten about everything but the bug he waslooking for in the dust of the road, under the electric light.

  With straps from the harness, and a strong towline carried on the auto,the machine was soon hitched to the steamer, and then Jerry once moretook his position at the steering wheel.

  “Going to leave the professor here?” asked Bob, as Hank climbed to thedriver’s seat of the steamer, while Jake got on behind.

  “Guess we’ll have to,” replied Ned. “I didn’t know he was in town. Hemust have just arrived, and probably he has come to pay one of us avisit. He’ll look us up later--when he’s found that bug. Best to leavehim alone.”

  “That’s right,” agreed Jake. “Anything to get to the fire. This hasbeen an awful night!”

  “And it’s only just begun,” observed Jerry, as he thought of thepatriotic meeting he and the others had left to go to see where thefire was.

  Off started the powerful automobile pulling the engine, while the redblaze in the sky grew brighter.