The rector said, "It is gone, John; I will go for your uncle.

Run over to the Wayne and call up the men.

Tell them to get out my books and what they can, but to run no risks.

Quick, now! Wake up the town." There was little need, for some one at the inn had heard John's cries.

In a few minutes the village was awake and out of doors before Penhallow arriving took charge and scattered men through the easily lighted pines, in some dread of a forest fire.