BERT HAS A PLAN
Lakeville was a typical New England village. It was of fair size, and
was located on Green Lake, hence the name. There was also a small
river which emptied into the lake, and which ran around one edge of
the town. Altogether it was a very nice place, but, like many other
towns, the principal citizens lacked a progressive spirit.
The town was governed by ten men, called the Selectmen, who were
elected each year, and who formed a sort of council. Then there was a
mayor. At the time this story opens Mr. Appelby was mayor, and Moses
Sagger was chairman of the Selectmen. Mr. Sagger had an ambition to be
mayor the next year, and he was working to that end.
"Well, Herbert," said Mrs. Dare to her son at dinner the day following
the 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 I
helped Mr. Stimson save something from the fire."
"Yes, I heard about it. All the neighbors are talking about you. You
certainly take after your father, and I am quite proud, though I can't
get over how frightened I felt."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, mother, for I was thinking of a plan
that might save the village from any more such fires, and I might have
to take part in it."
"What do you mean, Herbert?"
"Well, I think the village ought to have a fire department, a
volunteer 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 seem
to take an interest in such a matter, though I should think they
would."
"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 had
the men, and I'm sure we could get out quicker on alarms, and could
beat the bucket brigade all to pieces."
"I'm afraid that's too big an undertaking for you boys, Herbert. Maybe
the men will get together, now, and do something, after this barn
fire. Perhaps they'll organize a department."
"I don't believe so. I heard that Mr. Appelby and Mr. Sagger were
talking about it, and Sagger and his crowd object to spending the
money."
"That's another point, Herbert. You'd have to have money to run a
department."
"Not much. You see we boys would serve without pay, and all we'd need
would 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 raise
the 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 of
the town. Your father used to be that way."
"Well, our house might catch fire some day, mother, and if I belonged
to the boys' volunteer department, we could put it out for you in a
hurry."
"Don't suggest such a thing, Herbert. I'm afraid we'll never have a
department here."
"Stranger things have happened, mother. I'm going off now to see some
of the boys."
Though this was the first time Bert had spoken to his mother about his
plan of organizing a fire department in Lakeville, he had been
thinking over the matter for some time. Even before the barn burned
down he had had the 'notion in his head, and, when he saw the futile
efforts of the bucket brigade, he determined to take some action.
As he strolled down the village street, on the lookout for some of his
chums 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 week
previously.
"Well, I wasn't exactly going swimming, but I want to talk about
water."
"About water? Say, you ought to see my force-pump. I put some new
washers in it, and it'll squirt fifty feet now. Come on over. I wish
our house would catch fire."
"You do? What for?"
"Well, I'd show you how to put it out. I've got my pump on the
cistern, and some hose ready to attach. It's got the bucket brigade
beaten a mile."
"That's what I want to find some of the boys to talk about, Cole. I'm
thinking of organizing a fire department."
"A fire department! Say, that's great! I'll belong, and I'll let 'em
use 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 a
department," replied Bert, "but you can join, and we'll let you fix
the 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 who
had aided him at the barn blaze.
"Yes, and John Boll is with him. Hey, John! Hi, Vincent! Here she
comes!" and Cole threw a ball high in the air towards the other two
boys. 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 plan
for getting as many of the village boys as possible to join a
volunteer 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 make
us 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 need
their old hand-pumping one."
"Well?"
"Don't you see what I mean? They'll sell the old machine and we can
buy it. It's a good one, and has a fine pump on. All it needs is a
little fixing, and I can do that. What's the matter with buying the
second-hand engine of Jamesville?"
"Nothing's the matter," returned Bert slowly, "except that we haven't
got the money."