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that?" and even as I spoke, Bert 

 realising what it was, ran along 

 "Broadway," the trail that led to 

 our sleeping tents. The first tent 

 belonged to the Tevi and it was 

 on fire I 



We all rushed toward it, but were 

 checked half way by a loud report, 

 then another. 



"My God" cried Bobbie, "Stand 

 back! My box of ammunition 

 there is enough to blow up the whole 

 camp ! George, Arthur Bert, stop ! " 

 he yelled. 



Hardly knowing what to do we 

 all halted except Bert. On he kept 

 unheeding and amid a fusillade of 

 exploding cartridges from Sally's 

 shooting belt, he dashed into the 

 flaming tent, seized that box of 

 ammunition, containing several hun- 

 dred rounds, and dragged it forth 

 to safety. 



It was a splendid act of courage 

 for him, an awful moment of sus- 

 pense for us. 



George, who was checked but an 

 instant by Bobbie's entreaty, was 

 already cutting ropes and tearing 

 down the blazing canvas. A few 



