BUYING THE ENGINE
This announcement served like a dash of cold water to the boys. They
had been quite enthusiastic over Cole's plan, but Bert's words made
them realize that it was one thing to say what they would do, and
another to accomplish it.
"I--I guess we'll have to give it up," said John Boll. "It would be
lots of fun for us boys to have a department, but I'm afraid we
can't."
"It wouldn't be altogether fun," said Bert, "as we'd have to work hard
to put out fires. But I don't know that we'll have to give up the
plan. I wanted to talk to you fellows, and see how you felt about it.
Perhaps we can raise the money."
"How?" asked Vincent.
"Well, we could give some sort of an entertainment, get up a ball
game, and charge admission, and we boys can make some cash doing odd
jobs, and put that in the treasury."
"I believe the folks in this town are too mean to come to a show or a
ball game, even if it was to help buy an engine, and a second-hand one
at that," declared John.
"We'll give 'em the chance," replied Bert. "But, fellows, what do you
think of the plan?"
"What plan is it?" asked a new voice, and the boys looked up to see
Tom Donnell.
"We're going to have a fire department," declared Cole, and he
proceeded to tell what they were discussing.
Tom was enthusiastic over it, as, indeed, were all the boys. Several
other lads came along, until there was quite a crowd of them, and Bert
was kept busy explaining his scheme.
From his butcher shop near by, Moses Sagger looked at the knot of
earnestly talking lads. To him that meant but one thing.
"Them boys is hatching some mischief," he said to his helper. "They're
going to play some trick, I'll bet an apple."
"And I guess it's a rotten apple at that," thought Sidney Balder, who
worked for Mr. Sagger. "He's too mean to bet a good apple."
"Better keep your eyes open for them boys," went on the butcher.
"They'll tip over one of my barrels of potatoes outside, or throw mud
in on my floor, or something. Guess you'd better bring in all the
stuff from outside, until they go away."
"I don't believe they'll touch anything, Mr. Sagger," declared Sidney,
who did not fancy having to bring in all the boxes and barrels from in
front of the shop, and take them out again.
"Yes, they will! I know boys! They're always playing tricks. Bring the
things in."
So Sidney had to do it, laboring hard, and all to no purpose, for no
sooner had he brought the produce in, than Bert and his chums passed
on down the street, not bestowing so much as a glance at the butcher
shop. They were too occupied thinking of the prospective fire
department.
"There, I'm glad they're gone," said Mr. Sagger. "They made me nervous
standing there. Put the things out again, Sid."
The boys, at Cole's suggestion, had adjourned to his barn. He had a
double object in inviting them. He wanted to have a comfortable place
to sit down, while they talked the matter over, and he wanted to
demonstrate his improved force-pump.
This pump was the pride of Cole's heart. He had made it out of parts
of several old pumps, and, to give him credit, it did throw quite a
stream, when the handle was vigorously worked. The boys admired it to
his entire satisfaction, and even admitted that it would be of good
service if ever Cole's house caught fire.
"Now, let's talk business," Bert proposed. "Cole, do you know about
how much the authorities at Jamesville would want for their old
engine?"
"I haven't the least idea, but I should think they'd sell it cheap."
"Do you know whether they will sell it?" asked Tom.
"No, not for sure, but I should think they would."
"We can't go by that," declared Bert. "We've got to find out for
sure."
"I move that Bert and Cole be a committee to go over to Jamesville,
and see if they can buy the engine," sang out Vincent. "That'll start
things going."
"Why, we haven't got our fire department yet," objected Charlie
Rupert.
"What's the good of a department if you haven't got an engine?"
replied Tom Donnell. "I'm in favor of that motion."
"So am I!" cried a number of the boys.
"We haven't regularly organized," said Bert, who was rather pleased at
the enthusiasm of his chums, "but I'll be willing to go over to
Jamesville and see what we can do. Cole can look at the pumps, and see
if they will work well."
"Yes, they can't fool me on pumps," declared the owner of the improved
forcing apparatus on the family cistern.
Thus it was decided, though there was enough more talk about it to
fill several books the size of this one. Bert and Cole promised to go
over to Jamesville the next day, and report back to their chums, in
Cole's barn, the following night. Jamesville was a village about five
miles from Lakeville, but more progressive in every way than its
neighbor.
Bert and Cole made the trip the next day. They inquired at the
Jamesville post-office as to whom they might approach in the matter of
buying the second-hand engine, and were referred to the chief of the
small fire department.
That individual received the boys cordially. He was a man much
interested in fighting fires, and he was justly proud of the new
chemical engine the town had purchased.
"Will they see the old engine?" asked Bert anxiously, after they had
been shown the new one.
"Yes, the town committee voted to dispose of her to anybody that wants
her."
"How much?" And at the question the hearts of the boys beat anxiously.
"Sixty dollars, and it's very cheap. It cost three hundred when new.
It's got double-acting pumps, and there's two hundred feet of good
hose. It's dirt cheap."
It was. Cole, who knew something of machinery, admitted this, and Bert
had hardly hoped to get anything in the shape of an engine for less
than seventy-five dollars.
"Do you boys want to buy it?" asked the chief, for Bert had told him
the object of their visit.
"We did, but we haven't the money. Could the engine be held for us,
for a few weeks?"
The chief looked thoughtful. Then he told the boys he hardly believed
this was possible, as it was not certain they could raise the cash,
and, in the meantime, a sale to some other party might be lost.
But the chief sympathized with the boys. He took them around to the
chairman of the town committee, and the result of the visit was that
the official agreed to hold the engine for a week for the Lakeville
boys. If they could raise twenty dollars by that time they could take
the engine, and agree to pay the rest in installments.
Bert and Cole talked the matter over. They thought this was possible,
and they agreed to it. The result was they hurried back to Lakeville,
with a written option on the engine, good for one week.
Their chums were hastily summoned, the matter talked over, and the
boys went down in their pockets for whatever small sums they had saved
up. The total was only eight dollars, but Bert proposed that they get
up an exhibition ball game and charge admission.
This was done, and, by hard work, doing all the odd jobs they could
find, the boys just managed to raise the twenty dollars, having made
seven at the ball game.
"Let's get right over to Jamesville, the first thing in the morning,"
proposed Cole, after the contest was over and he and Bert were
counting up the proceeds. "Maybe they'll sell it to some one else."
"Our time isn't up for two days."
"I know; but they might forget. Well start early."
They did, and before noon had completed arrangements, paid the twenty
dollars, signed an agreement to pay forty more, and were told they
could take the engine.