But the boys were no "milksops." They stuck to it, though it meant much physical pain. They gritted their teeth, and held their breaths when it was necessary. Some clung to the poles like grim death and prevented the barges from drifting, and all the while others were dipping and pumping water. "I--I think we've got her!" cried Cole, when this desperate work had been going on for ten minutes. "Don't be too sure!" cautioned Captain Bert. "There's lots of fire yet!" There was, but the three streams of water, even if one was a small one, were beginning to tell. Gradually the flames amid the lumber on the barge began to die away. Once or twice it seemed as if the boat would break loose and go drifting down on the others, but grit told, and the boys held the craft. "She's out now!" cried Vincent, as only a pall of smoke seemed to hang over the barge, and the boys at the brakes, hearing this with feelings of relief, ceased pumping. No sooner had they stopped than the flames burst out in a new place, and flared up fiercely. "Jump right on the barge and take the hose with you," cried Bert, for the fire had been extinguished on that end of the barge nearest the flat-boat. "The water will do more good at close range." The young firemen needed no second order. Dragging three lines of hose with them they leaped aboard the flaming boat and scrambled over the piles of charred lumber to the farther end, where the flames now were. Then the fire gave up the fight. The last flame was quenched and the boys could take a much-needed rest. "What'll we do now?" asked Cole of Bert. Every one seemed to depend on the young captain for instructions. "I think we'd better run the barge ashore below here," he said. "Then there'll be no danger if the fire breaks out again." "I'll guarantee that fire won't break out again," boasted Cole. "We soaked it too well." "You can't tell what a fire will do," replied Bert. "It may be smouldering down in a corner where the water didn't reach." "Have Cole leave his force pump on guard," suggested Vincent, "That pump ought to be able to put out a fire all alone." "Humph! That pump's all right, if you do make fun of it!" declared the owner of the latest addition to the fire apparatus. "It'll throw a stream farther than either of the big hose on this engine." "Well, let's run the barge ashore, then pole back and get our engine off," proposed Bert. "I guess it's safe enough to leave the barge now." They tied the blackened load of lumber in a little shallow cove, where, if it did start to burn again, no damage would result. Then they went back to the lumber yard, where they found a big crowd waiting them. The fire on the dock had been extinguished by members of the bucket brigade and had not amounted to much.