"I--I never could climb a ladder," faltered the young man, and turned toward the stable, where he spent his time in putting out the flying sparks, as Jack had suggested. It was hot work on the long ladder, and soon Jack was all but exhausted. But he stuck to his post, knowing full well that, if he let up, the fire would soon get the best of them. All of the boys worked like Trojans, and the negro servants helped them as much as possible. Mrs. Ruthven remained in the house, packing up her valuables, so as to be able to leave, should it become necessary to do so. [Illustration: IT WAS HOT WORK ON THE LONG LADDER AND SOON JACK WAS ALL BUT EXHAUSTED.--_Page 173._] "More water!" cried Jack. "The fire is eating to the center of the roof! More water!" "We are bringing it as fast as we can!" panted the boy below him. "Make the servants form a line to the cistern." "I will," answered the boy, and soon the water was coming up as rapidly as Jack and the other lad on the roof could handle it. At last the fire seemed to lose its force, and was extinguished at one corner of the roof. Then all hands turned their attention to the spot over the veranda. Here the flames had eaten under the gutter. "We must have an ax!" exclaimed Jack, and one was quickly procured from the woodpile. "Hi! what are you going to do with that?" yelled St. John, as he caught sight of the article. "Going to chop a hole in the roof," answered our hero. "How foolish! You'll make the fire worse." "No, I won't--I know what I am doing, St. John." "You shan't chop a hole in the roof," insisted the unreasonable young man. A cry of derision went up from half a dozen of the boys. "Take a back seat, St. John," advised one. "You are too scared to know what you are saying." At this the spendthrift's face grew as red as a beet. "Shut your tongue, Larry Wilson," he retorted. "I say you shan't chop a hole in the roof. It will let the wind get to the flames." "We want to get the water on the flames," replied Larry. "And I say you shan't touch the roof with the ax!" screamed St. John. "I command you to stop." "All right then, we'll stop," said Larry, and Jack said the same. In a moment more they were both on the ground, the other lads with them. "Fo' de land sake, de house will burn up suah now!" groaned one of the negroes. "If it does, it will be St. John's fault," answered our hero. He was thoroughly disgusted over the way St. John had acted. "I'se gwine to tell de missus ob dis!" cried a second negro, and darted away in search of Mrs. Mary Ruthven. Soon the lady of the house came running out, with a bundle in one hand and a box of jewelry in the other. "What is this I hear, St. John?" she demanded. "They want to chop in the roof, mother," he answered. "We must make a hole, so that we can pour the water on the fire," explained Jack. "Then go and make the hole," returned Mrs. Ruthven readily. "And please be quick!" "But, mother----" began St. John.