"She's full. Up with her, boys!" cried the foreman.
At once the big crane creaked, and hoisting up the bucket, swung it towards the mold. Meanwhile two of the men had grasped the handles, and drawing the bucket to the orifice, tipped it. The fiery stream disappeared into the depths of the mold. Then it began to well up in the opening, and a moment or two later the empty bucket was whisked away.
"That's finished, so far. Now, Tom, up yer get, and see that she cools as she ought to," cried Mason.
Tom, the man he had beckoned to, stepped onto the framework, and, taking a rod, commenced to ram it into the opening through which the metal had been poured.
"That's finished, and we may as well go," said Tomkins. "It will take five hours for that to cool. Come along, Hal. Good-night to you, Mason."
"Good-night, sir. Good-night, Mr. Hal."
The words came from all parts of the shed, and replying to them cheerfully, Hal repaired to the office with the manager.