As fast as the water came Dick or Dave dashed it over the side of the cabin roof that was more exposed to sparks from the shack, every particle of snow having been blown off the roof by the furious wind that had prevailed.
"Look!" called Tom.

"The wind is coming up--it's carrying the sparks away from the cabin." "No need to bring more water, then," sang out Fred Ripley, in a voice of intense relief.

"It's all right if the sparks aren't blowing toward the cabin." "Keep bringing water," disputed Dick, "until the shack is completely burned down.

We can't take any chances." But at last even Dick Prescott was satisfied with the quantity of water that had been poured over the cabin's roof.

Before the new breeze the sparks were steadily being carried the other way.
"We'll stop, now," Dick announced.