When they passed out from the narrowed alleys of the fair, made by
the lines of booths and side-shows, the press became less great, and
they were able to keep clear of the rush.
How frightened they were at this sudden stampede; and now, to add
to their dismay and the general excitement, they saw a fierce
conflagration among some ricks. These ricks were standing about four
fields’ distant, and what at first had been one fitful tongue of
flame climbing stealthily the side of the dark mass, swiftly grew to
be sevenfold and leaping. And from sevenfold it spread like molten
gold over the stack, as if fire had been poured over it. And now
a strange rushing sound grew out upon the air, and the stack was
brilliantly illumined. The figures of the onlookers were cut out
black against the glare. Then a heavy scroll of smoke mounted up into
the divine beauty of the night sky, defiling it with thick vapour.
Now and then there would come a lull in the fierce demolition, as if
even the insatiable maw of the fire were momentarily replete. Then
again it would break out all the more fiercely, and a bevy of sparks
would swing out, and sail away against the darkness, like a great
swarm of golden bees. The flames would mount ever higher and higher,
and the rushing sound grow, and grow. How the antlered flames leaped
and roared into the night sky, what a fierce light they shed on the
surrounding world. How black and jagged the shadows were, how vast
the columns of drifting smoke. The great elms in the hedgerow stood
changed in the strange light, their lofty stillness intensified by
the clamour, and all the depths of their cool leafage showing grey in
the strong light.
The birds flew into the very faces of the onlookers, witless of their
direction, and the rats ran from the burning hayricks among the
crowd, blinded by the glare.
To Rob and Mousie, who had lived such sheltered lives, it was as if
they had been transported to some other planet, to a world of tumult
and alarm. They had no words to express their pitiful state; they
stood dumbly clinging together.
And then two figures came towards them as they stood somewhat in the
shadow--the figures of two men.
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