There came a time when Chief Trask began to entertain doubts in regard to his young protege. He noticed that Bruce was growing absent-minded and seemed to have lost, if not interest in his work, at least a great deal of the enthusiasm which he had shown during his first weeks at the quarters. The boy would stand in the doorway, leaning on the chains, for an hour at a time, gazing vacantly into the street, and when called he would respond in an indolent, careless fashion, which was very different from the quick way which had previously characterized him. The chief watched him narrowly these days, and often asked himself if it were possible that he could be to blame for Bruce’s retrogression.

“It may be,” he said to himself one day, “that the boy has not enough to do, and is getting discontented because he finds the work so monotonous. It’s a queer sort of position for a lad to find himself in anyway, for at present he’s neither fish, flesh, fowl, nor good red herring. If he were a little older I’d try to 138get him a regular appointment in the department, but, as it is, I don’t see that I can do anything more for him except, maybe, to let him go to a fire now and then. It would be good practice for him and give him something new to think about.”

Bruce was growing discontented, there was no doubt about that. The work, although not severe, was monotonous, and he found the confinement at the quarters, especially while the men were away at fires, extremely irksome. Moreover, he noticed that other lads of his age who were employed in mercantile houses seemed to live more active lives, to make fairly good wages, and to have altogether a better time than he did. He had pictured the life in the fire department as one of brilliant excitement, highly spiced with adventure and danger; and he had fancied himself as a sort of hero in a blue uniform and with a big fireman’s hat on his head, dashing through the streets on a fire engine or rescuing people from burning houses. He had also dreamt of getting his name, and perhaps his picture, into the newspapers, and of rising so rapidly in the department as to become its chief by the time he was twenty-one. And now instead of this life of adventure and success he found himself cooped up in a truck 139company’s quarters all day long with very little to do but look after the horses, help the men about the truck and run errands for the chief of battalion. These duties were certainly not exhilarating, and he had already become very tired of them, but it was positively galling to be compelled to stay behind when the company went to fires, and he never saw them set out without gazing longingly after the truck and wishing that he were riding on it at the side of Tom Brophy.

But there are little things which change the current of human life, and one of these little things happened just as Bruce was on the point of asking the chief to let him take a position in some store or office and give up the fire department altogether. One afternoon, having been given a leave of absence from the quarters, he strolled down to Captain Murphy’s engine house, in order to have a chat with the captain, who had taken quite a liking to the son of his old friend and was always delighted to talk to him about the work in the department and to explain things that he did not know.

“They ought to take you with them to fires,” said the captain after he had finished some trivial detail which the boy did not understand.

140“I’d like nothing better than to go to fires all the time,” replied Bruce, “but the fact is that the chief wants me to stay at the quarters while the men are away. So, while they’re off fighting the fire, I have to hang around and wait for them to come back. It’s mighty stupid work I can tell you, and I don’t mind saying that I’m getting rather sick of it and would like to find a job somewhere else.”

“I guess that’s what’s the matter with you, young man,” replied the captain. “You don’t get variety enough in your life, and the next time I see the chief, I’m going to speak to him about it. You’ll never fit yourself to take a good position in the department unless you go out with the men. You can learn more by helping to put out one fire than you can by sitting around an engine house for a year. You’d better not think of looking for another job though, until you give this business a fair trial. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t make as good a fireman as your father was, for you’re quick and you’ve got a cool head on you just like that bay horse over there. There are some boys that you could never make firemen of, because they’re lazy and will shirk their work whenever they can, just like that black horse that goes on the tender. We’ve had him 141here a week and he’s going back to-morrow because he is no good.” Bruce looked at the two animals as the captain pointed them out to him, and realized that there was as much variety in horses as in boys. The bay who helped to pull the fire engine was a strong, clean limbed animal with a fine shaped head, sensitive ears and a quick, alert look in his face that was unmistakable. The black, on the other hand, was a fat, sleepy lookin............