They must fight fire, or the barn would go.

Dolan ran with the men to the straw stack.

"We'll help you," he cried.

"I'll wake Gabe." There was hurrrying for water pails.

The women appeared, crying shrilly, and in the glare that reddened the sky the yard seemed, full of mad men racing heedlessly.
"John," whispered Jane, coming up to him as he drew water from the well, "let me do this.