"You can't have too much water at a fire," she said, practically.
The burning hay barge was rapidly being blown down toward the boathouse. At the latter structure quite a throng of club members, and others, had gathered in readiness to act when the time came.
In the moonlight they could be seen getting pails and tubs of water in readiness, and one small line of hose, used to water the lawn, was laid. But it would be of small service against such a blaze as now enveloped the barge. Many boats were hastening to the scene, whistling frantically—as though that helped.
"Have you got a pump aboard?" some one hailed those on the Gem.
"No, we're going to haul the barge away," answered Betty.
"Good idea, but don't go too close!" came the warning.
"It is going to be pretty warm," remarked Mr. Stone. He had the anchor made fast, and with the rope coiled so that it would not foul as he made the cast, he took his place on one of the after lockers. Betty's plan was to go as close to the burning craft as she could, to allow the cast to be made. As soon as the prongs of the anchor caught, she would head her motor
