[Vampiromud-bug-hunters] For the branches and knot-wood, " said Wilbur, "a

[Mecias]

End of the line, determining to work from that
end up to meet the area where he had conquered. Foot by
foot he gained, but no longer was he able to work along a straight
line, the gusts of wind, here

and there, sweeping through the trees had fanned stretches, perhaps only a few yards wide, but had driven them forward a hundred feet.

But as it grew darker the wind began to fall again, though with the darkness the red glow of the burning needles
and the flames of the burning twigs showed more luridly and made it seem more
terrifying. Still he gained headway, foot after foot jealously contesting the battle with the fire and the wind.
So short a space remaining, and though he seemed too
tired and sore to move, still his shovel worked with never a pause, still he scraped away all that would burn from the path of a little line of flame. The line of flame grew shorter, but even as he looked a gust came along,
which swept a tongue of fire fifty yards at a breath. Wilbur rushed after it, knowing the
danger of these side-way fires, but before that gust had lulled the tongue of fire reached a little clearing
which the boy had not

known was there, only a rod or two of grass, but that browned by the sun and the drought until it seemed scarcely more than tinder. If it should touch that! Despite the fact that his shoes were dropping from his feet, the leather being burned through, Wilbur sped

after the escaping fire. He reached it. But as he

reached, he heard the needles rustle overhead and saw the branches sway. As yet the
breeze had not touched the ground, but before two strokes with
the wet coat had been made, the last of the gusts of the evening wind struck him. It caught the little
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