The rush and sweep of the flames, feeding upon the dry forest and gathering strength as they came, was terrific.

It was indeed like the thunder of a storm in the ears of the frightened boys, and they fairly skimmed over the ground in the effort to escape the red pursuer.

They could feel its hot breath on their necks, while the smoke and the sparks flew over their heads.

They dashed into the creek, and each dived down under the water which felt so cool and refreshing.
"Let's stay here," said Paul, who enjoyed the present.
"We can't think of such a thing," replied Henry.

"This creek won't stop that fire half a minute!" A fire in a sun-dried Western forest is a terrible thing.