ON THE BURNING BRIDGE
"We'll have to do our own thinking," then said Jane McCarthy, who had
come upon the scene at that moment. She glared at the guide and the
driver, who stood staring dumbly at Harriet.
"We must save those helpless horses," repeated Harriet, her eyes
turning anxiously toward the two patient animals.
"But you girls must not stay here too long," cautioned Miss Elting.
Suddenly Crazy Jane burst forth into a loud hurrah, and, running to the
wagon, returned to the driver with a hand-saw. By this time Margery,
Tommy and Hazel had come cautiously back to where the horses were.
"Saw the timbers out from under the horses," advised Jane. "It may
hurt them to drop into the river, but it's better for them to drown
than to be burned alive! Move quickly, now!"
"Janus," muttered the driver, "we're a pair of mutton-heads!"
"We are," agreed the guide, as he ran to get the other saw.
The rasping of the saws began instantly, the Meadow-Brook Girls moving
closer to observe the work, casting frequent apprehensive glances over
their shoulders at the thick cloud of smoke which issued from the
farther end of the bridge. The fire did not appear to be making much
headway, still it did not seem to be abating. Already the framework of
that end of the bridge was outlined like the figure in a set piece of
fireworks. They could hear the crackling of the flames, and the wooden
tunnel was becoming filled with smoke. Tommy was coughing, to remind
her companions that they were in need of other quarters.
"I don't think I would cut the ends off," suggested Harriet. "Saw them
nearly through, then cut the opposite ends. Otherwise you may leave
the animals dangling in the air with no means of helping them out."
Janus nodded approvingly at Harriet's suggestion.
"I reckon you're right," he agreed. "Jim, tackle the other end. We'll
let this near horse down first and see how he makes out. If it works,
we'll drop the other fellow in the same way."
A warning snapping sound was heard.
"Stand clear!" bellowed Janus.
The girls sprang back, and just in time. Pieces of plank shot up into
the air, one striking the bridge roof with a crash. Then the near
horse, with a neigh of fear, disappeared into the black water below
them. They heard a loud splash. Harriet, leaning over, peered into
the river.
"He's swimming. I can hear him," she cried joyously. "Isn't that fine
that you thought of that, Mr. Grubb?" she exclaimed, turning a flushed
face to the guide.
"Huh! Thought of it? I'd never thought of it if I'd kept my thinking
machine going for a hundred years. Now the other horse, Jim. We'll
have to step lively. Them flames is getting too nigh for comfort. Now
you folks had better get out of here!" he commanded.
"Not yet," smiled Harriet, "we still have work to do. We must get the
things out of the wagon. If we lose them, we shall be in a fix."
"Mercy! I hadn't thought of that," cried the guardian. "But shall we
have time to carry them across?"
"The men will have to carry the heavier articles. I think we shall be
able to manage it. Come, help me get the things out of the carry-all."
Harriet ran to the wagon, followed closely by Miss Elting and Margery.
Tommy alone held back. Hazel and Jane also hurried forward to assist.
"All those who wish their suppers will have to work," cried Harriet
Burrell.
"We need a fire company more than thupper jutht now," retorted Tommy
Thompson. "If we had a fire engine we could make thith fire look
thick."
Harriet was in the carry-all passing out bundles and packs. She
dropped a sack of cooking utensils to the floor of the bridge with a
great clatter.
"Carry them to land," she directed Tommy and Hazel.
"There goes the other horse," cried Miss Elting, as a crash and a great
splash for the moment cut short their conversation. Janus uttered a
yell of triumph.
"We got 'em both free!" he shouted.
"That's what," agreed Jim. "We'll pull the carry-all ashore next."
"I am afraid we won't have time. The fire is almost too near for
comfort now," said Harriet. Then she darted back to the carry-all to
secure a blanket that she recalled had been laid over the back of the
front seat of the vehicle, and which had been forgotten when removing
the other things. Reaching the wagon, she decided to take the cushions
also. Then Harriet made a final search of the wagon to be sure that
nothing of value had been left. The carry-all had been well stripped.
The girl sprang out, casting a quick glance overhead, when she
discovered, to her dismay, that the flames were already at work, they
having rapidly eaten their way along the ridge of the bridge.
"Gracious! I must get out of here and without a moment's loss of
time," she cried.
"Hurry!" bellowed the voice of the guide. "We haven't time to save the
carry-all. Get out from under. The bridge is going to fall."
As Harriet made a dash toward safety the burned end of the bridge fell.
There was a rending noise as the weakened girders gave way under the
weight of the bridge. A shower of sparks and flame shot into the air.
Miss Elting, Jane and the two men stood on shore, shouting with all
their might to Harriet Burrell. But Harriet did not hear their warning
shouts, nor had she need of warning. She knew only too well what was
occurring. Suddenly the long bridge caved in and went down well past
the middle with a tremendous crashing and snapping and roaring, sparks
and flames shooting still higher than before, the burning timbers
hissing and sending up a great cloud of steam as they fell into the
river.
Miss Elting, grown dizzy at thought of Harriet, had stumbled and
fallen. Jane McCarthy quickly raised and dragged the guardian away.
"Harriet!" shouted Miss Elting.
The frightened girls took up the cry, but there was no answer. Harriet
had gone down with the burning bridge.