 Great blazing blisters. Who's making all that noise? It's a fire siren. Collins, Ellery, what's the matter? You're going deaf. There's a fire. All his plans for a peaceful holiday forgotten, the chief responds to the alarm like an old fire dog, but he finds the farm buildings deserted. Great blistering blazes. The car's gone. They've left me. Well, how do you like that? And as he stands in the open meadow, he hears a strange disturbance overhead.