He's a good brave fellow." "Yes, I'll take Dunn." The bailiff hurried away to the wood-yard, accompanied by Dunn and another man carrying a tall ladder.

The farm-servants had ceased from their futile efforts at quenching the fire by this time.

It was a labour too hopeless to continue.

The flames had spread to the west wing.

The ivy was already crackling, as the blaze crept over it.