By the time they had conquered the second one, the first blaze generally would be found to have taken a new start.
A canopy of fire and smoke covered the scene high overhead.

Tom hoped that a forest lookout might discover the blaze and send assistance to them, though he knew that much territory might be burned over before help could reach them.
Leaving his own position for a survey of conditions, Tom ran along the line of fire-fighters, giving an encouraging word here and there while his experienced eyes sized up the situation.
"How is it ?" gasped Grace when he reached her end of the line.
"Serious! We must fight as long as we have an ounce of strength or a breath left in our bodies," he added, starting back towards his position.
"Keep it up! It's getting the best of you!" he shouted to each Overlander in turn as he passed.
"Can't we send to Forty-three for assistance ?" called Hippy.
"No.

You or I would have to go.

Neither of us can be spared." "We'll have to be spared if this keeps up much longer.

Do you think the horses are safe ?" "Yes.