This little bit of water won't do anything for the shack.

See the sparks fly! They'll fall on the roof of the cabin, and that will go, too." The blaze was now fast reaching the roof of the shack.

Blazing little flakes of fire were soaring up toward the sky.
"We can't save the shack.

We can't get water fast enough!" Prescott called.

"We must try to wet down the roof of the cabin, to keep it from getting afire." Fred Ripley and Bert Dodge now appeared to be thoroughly frightened.
Without waiting to be asked, they came forward to help boost Dick and Dave up to the roof of the log cabin.