"Look out the way! Clear the track! Toot! Toot!" came a sudden cry and little Freddie came running toward the gobbler and cat, dragging after him his much-prized toy fire engine. "Get back out of the way, Freddie!" ordered Bert. "Snoop may scratch or bite you, or the gobbler may pick you. Get out of the way!" "I'm a fireman!" cried the fat little fellow. "Firemans never get out of the way! Toot! Toot! Clear the track! Chuu! Chuu! Chuu!" and he puffed out his cheeks, making a noise like an engine. "You must come here!" insisted Bert, making a spring toward his little brother. "I can't come back! Firemans never come back!" half screamed Freddie. "I'm going to squirt water on the bad gobble-obble bird that's biting my Snoop!" And then, before anyone could stop him, Freddie unreeled the little rubber hose of his fire engine, and pointed the nozzle at the struggling gobbler and cat in the middle of the barn floor. I have told you, I think, that Freddie's engine held real water, and, by winding up a spring a little pump could be started, squirting a stream of water for some distance. "Whoop! Here comes the water!" cried Freddie, as he started the pump working. Then a stream shot out, right toward the cat and turkey. It was the best plan that could have been tried for separating them. With a howl and a yowl Snoop pulled his claws loose from where they were tangled up in the turkey's feathers. With a final gobble, the turkey let go of Snoop's tail. The water spurted out in a spraying stream, Freddie's engine being a strong one, for a toy. "That's the way I do it!" cried Freddie, just like Mr. Punch. "That's the way I do it! Look, I made them stop!" "Why--why, I believe you did!" exclaimed Bert, with a laugh. The gobbler ran out through the open barn door, his feathers wet and bedraggled. He must have thought he had been caught in a rainstorm. And poor Snoop was glad enough to crawl away in a dark corner, to lick himself dry with his red tongue. "Poor Snoop!" said Freddie, as he stopped his engine from pumping any more water. "I'm sorry I got you wet, Snoop, but I couldn't help it. I only meant to sprinkle the gobbler." He patted Snoop, who began purring. "Well, I guess that ends the show," said Bert, who looked funnier than ever now, as a clown, for the white on his face was streaked in many ways with the water, some of which had sprayed on him. "Yes, the performance is over," announced Harry. "Oh, but it was lovely!" said Nan, as she slid down the hay with Flossie. "I don't see how you boys ever got it up." "Oh, we're smart boys!" laughed Harry. "But I lost all the pins!" wailed Flossie. "Nan wouldn't let me stop to pick them up!" "I should say not! With that queer wild animal bursting in on us!" exclaimed Mabel. "Oh, but I was so frightened!" "Pooh! I wasn't!" boasted Freddie. "I knew my fire engine would scare them."