"It had to be there," Will answered him; "because people drink water. Where
there are people, there is water."
Gee whiz, I never knew Will Dawson till that night. And I was mighty proud
that he was in my patrol, you can bet.
That girl said, "Isn't he just _wonderful?_" I said, "You're wonderful,
too, and I'd like to have you in my patrol."
But, one thing, there wasn't any time to talk, because the sparks were
blowing across the clearing and dropping all around the house. The fire
that we had started back toward the other one had cleared some land between
us and the blaze, but not enough.
The water from the spring trickled down over the rocks and we followed it.
It went through a kind of cavern on the top of the mountain, and when we
got through there, we could see plain enough that we were on the west
slope. The mountain wasn't all down hill right there, but the trickle of
water flowed down through hollows and anybody could see now that Will
Dawson was right. He was right for three reasons.
First, because as long as we followed the brook there wouldn't be any going
up and down, like there was climbing up the east side of the mountain.
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