“And you’ll get me into trouble.”
“You into trouble? How?”
“You heard what the mayor said, didn’t you?”
“Y-e-s.”
“Well?”
“Well, I’ll go through for your sake, Fitz; but I don’t want to. It is a fool law or custom—or whatever it is—that won’t let a fellow change his mind once in a while, when he feels like it! A great way that is to let a boy do what he pleases! But lead on.”
They sauntered through the moulding—room, Bob trembling and dodging and blinking, and out into the corridor again.
“Mercy!” the urchin exclaimed, inhaling a deep breath of relief. “I don’t want any more of that! I’m all in a sweat and a tremble; I was afraid all the time some of that hot metal would splash on me.”
“It does splash on the workers at times,” Fitz Mee observed quietly.