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"
Stop
the
draught
under
the
wheat
-
rick
!
"
cried
Gabriel
to
those
nearest
to
him
.
The
corn
stood
on
stone
staddles
,
and
between
these
,
tongues
of
yellow
hue
from
the
burning
straw
licked
and
darted
playfully
.
If
the
fire
once
got
under
this
stack
,
all
would
be
lost
.
"
Get
a
tarpaulin
—
quick
!
"
said
Gabriel
.
A
rick
-
cloth
was
brought
,
and
they
hung
it
like
a
curtain
across
the
channel
.
The
flames
immediately
ceased
to
go
under
the
bottom
of
the
corn
-
stack
,
and
stood
up
vertical
.
"
Stand
here
with
a
bucket
of
water
and
keep
the
cloth
wet
.
"
said
Gabriel
again
.
The
flames
,
now
driven
upwards
,
began
to
attack
the
angles
of
the
huge
roof
covering
the
wheat
-
stack
.
"
A
ladder
,
"
cried
Gabriel
.
"
The
ladder
was
against
the
straw
-
rick
and
is
burnt
to
a
cinder
,
"
said
a
spectre
-
like
form
in
the
smoke
.
Oak
seized
the
cut
ends
of
the
sheaves
,
as
if
he
were
going
to
engage
in
the
operation
of
"
reed
-
drawing
,
"
and
digging
in
his
feet
,
and
occasionally
sticking
in
the
stem
of
his
sheep
-
crook
,
he
clambered
up
the
beetling
face
.
He
at
once
sat
astride
the
very
apex
,
and
began
with
his
crook
to
beat
off
the
fiery
fragments
which
had
lodged
thereon
,
shouting
to
the
others
to
get
him
a
bough
and
a
ladder
,
and
some
water
.
Billy
Smallbury
—
one
of
the
men
who
had
been
on
the
waggon
—
by
this
time
had
found
a
ladder
,
which
Mark
Clark
ascended
,
holding
on
beside
Oak
upon
the
thatch
.
The
smoke
at
this
corner
was
stifling
,
and
Clark
,
a
nimble
fellow
,
having
been
handed
a
bucket
of
water
,
bathed
Oak
’
s
face
and
sprinkled
him
generally
,
whilst
Gabriel
,
now
with
a
long
beech
-
bough
in
one
hand
,
in
addition
to
his
crook
in
the
other
,
kept
sweeping
the
stack
and
dislodging
all
fiery
particles
.
