Another followed it soon after, and at intervals still other trees lost their foothold and surrendered to their implacable enemy, _fire_! It was an awesome sight and the air was full of thrilling sounds.

There was not one of that party of fire fighters that did not feel the awe.
Henry disappeared, and his mistress had no thought for him.

She had been through other forest fires, and, though she worked desperately, she did so without emotion so far as external appearances indicated.
Hindenburg, on the contrary, was very much in evidence, running up and down the line, barking at each individual fire fighter and sneezing as he breathed in the pungent smoke.
The graying dawn found the Overlanders still beating at the flames that still kept them on the retreat, driving them deeper and deeper into the forest.
About this time Tom Gray made his second survey.

What he found raised his hopes and his spirits.
"We've flanked it!" he cried.

"That old cutting to the left has saved us on that side." "Thank Heaven!" answered Grace in a choking voice.