"Kill the traitors!"
"No—throw them out! Beat them up!"
"Yes, throw them out! That will settle them. It isn't our fault if they fall out of the window," yelled Cavard.
"Out with them both!"
Someone jerked Rush to his feet, and as he did so, another planted a blow on the boy's jaw. Steve's head drooped to one side and his face turned suddenly pale. He would give them no further trouble, for he had been rendered unconscious by the cowardly blow.
"The window!" yelled a voice.
"Yes, out with him!"
Cavard's suggestion of a moment before had taken root. Instantly the miners began dragging the unconscious Steve toward the nearest window. It was closed, but that made no difference.
"Now, he-o-hee!"
There followed the sound of crashing glass and breaking woodwork as the form the Iron Boy went hurtling through the window, taking the sash with him in his flight.