"Say, that last could happen, that's right," Jack went on to exclaim, looking a little uneasily at the dead grass that in places completely concealed the greener growth underneath. "If a big gale was blowing and a spark should get into this stuff she would go awhooping along as fast as a train could run. That's something I've often read about and thought I'd like to see, but come to think of it, now that I'm on the ground, I don't believe I care much about it after all."