Stamp out what is left of the campfire, Hippy, so that it doesn't spread towards the river and get away from us along the bank.

Stir yourselves!" Through the smoke, the flying sparks and the pungent, almost overpowering odors, the Overland Riders ran with their arms full of spruce boughs.
"What are we to do ?" cried Elfreda.

"I feel as helpless as a child." After they had hurried around the outer edge of the fire, which was rapidly reaching towards them in little wriggling, snake-like streams of fire, Tom directed the girls to spread out, each taking several rods of front to protect.
"Beat it out as fast as you can.

When you see a wriggler reaching for a tree, beat it out with your spruce boughs," he ordered.

"Don't try to put out a tree on fire.