Gee! I'm hot's flitter."
"Keep y' coat on when you're all of a prespiration, that way.
How'd it ketch ?"
"Ount know. 'S comin' by there an' I - whoof! I smelt smoke and -
Gosh! I'm all out o' breath - an' I looked an' I je-e-est could see
a light - wisht I had a drink o' somepin' to rench mum mouth out.
Whew! Oh, laws! An' it was Swope's barn and I run in an' opened
the door, didn't stop to knock or nung, an' I hollered out: 'Yib
barn's afire!' an' he run out in his sockfeet, an' he says: 'My Lord!'
he says. 'Linc,' he says, 'run git the ingine an' I putt." Linc drew
in a long, tremulous breath like a man that has looked on sorrow.
"Why 'n't you - "
"Betchy 't was tramps," interrupted a bystander. "Git in the
haymow an' think they got to have their blamed old pipe a-goin' -"
"Cigarettes, more likely," said another. "More darn devilment
comes from cigarettes -"
"Why'n't you - "
"Ount know nung 'bout tramps," said Linc. "All I seen was the
fire. I was a-comin' long a-past there an' I smelt the smoke an'
thinks I - What say?"
"Why'n't you telefoam down?"
Linc, the hero, shrunk a foot. "I gosh!" he admitted, "I never
thought to."
"Jist'a' telefoamed, you could 'a' saved yourself all that - "
"Ain't they weltin' the daylights out o' that bell? All foolishness!
Now they're ringin' the number -- one, two, three, four.
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