Tony and I had let our arms shake a fraction, and the hammer fell glancing on the cooler's edge.
"Now!"
Seated this time. Arms relax and stretch.
When things are ready, Adolph makes the water connections.
"Hold de goddam shovel, what you t'ink, I burn up."
A cinder-snapper holds a shovel in front of the hole to keep the flame from his hands.
"All right, all right."
The job's done; the millwrights pick up their tools, and the stove gang moves off leisurely to their cleaning. I hear the superintendent talking with a blower near the sample box.
"They did that in pretty good time," he says.