She just
grabbed an axe and wouldn't give it up. Now this is the way we did, and all
the while that line of fire was coming along, nearer, nearer, nearer. We
chopped away the brush so as to make a long clear space about ten or
fifteen feet wide. Harry and three of the scouts and one of the girls used
the axes; because that girl just wouldn't hand over the axe and we couldn't
make her. And didn't she turn out to be a regular Mrs. Daniel Boone!
The rest of us threw the brush over toward the fire as fast as we could.
Some of the small bushes we just dragged up out of the earth. Some
hustling!
The fire was so near us now, that we could feel the heat good and strong
and sparks kept falling among us, so we had to keep stamping them out.
I don't know how long it took us, but pretty soon we had a long, narrow
space cleared. I know my hands were bleeding. As fast as the brush was
chopped away, some of the fellows dragged it over toward where the fire
was, as near as they dared. That girl would go almost up to the blaze and
push a big clump of brush toward it and then run back. Her dress was all
torn, but she didn't care.
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