"
"Couldn't I help?" asked Bert. "Maybe I'd rather be a lumberman than a
cowboy."
"You'll have to grow some before you'll be of much use around a lumber
camp," said the driver of the wagon. "It's hard work chopping down
trees."
"Do you ever have a fire here?" Freddie demanded suddenly.
"Sometimes, my little man," the driver answered. "Why? Do you like to
see fires? I don't, myself, for they burn up a lot of good lumber."
"I don't like to see fires, but I like fire engines," said Freddie.
"And I have a fire engine at home, and it squirts real water. But I
couldn't bring it with me 'cause it was too heavy to carry. But if
there was a fire here maybe I could watch the engines--I mean the big
ones."
"We don't have fire engines in lumber camps," said the driver, whose
name was Harvey Hallock. "When it starts to burn we just have to let
her burn. But I guess--"
However, no one heard what he said, for at that moment the saw must
have come to another hard knot in a log, for there was that same loud
screeching sound like a wild animal yelling.
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