"turn on the fire alarm. Go to the telephone and call the engine house."
"Simpkins has done it, ma'am," called Annie over her shoulder, as she hurried on. "Ow! What's that?" she added with a scream of astonished terror, as a red and black striped figure, with a row of ragged feathers waving in a fringe about its ears, burst from the shrubbery and butted plump against her.
"Bobby!" gasped his mother, as after a moment of shocked hesitation she recognized her son. Bobby waved his arms and set up a howl. An expression of terror was plainly visible struggling through the war-paint.
"Pete, Billy, Patrick! Quick! Quick! We can't untie him and he's burning! We did n't mean to burn him," he added quickly. "It's an accident."
"Burn what?" cried Mrs. Carter.
"Augustus," Bobby sobbed.
And to the horror-stricken group was borne
