"You will do nothing of the sort. The idea!"
"I knew I'd find a real man," muttered Steve, as he left the house.
He hurried to his boarding house, where he routed out Bob Jarvis.
"You come with me; I want you."
"What, more trouble?" jeered Jarvis.
"Yes, but not for us. There is a family in distress. The family of Olsen, the big Icelander. They are starving, and one of their children is dying of pneumonia, I believe."
Rush was hurrying down the street, with Bob doing his best to keep up with his companion.
Half an hour later the Iron Boys staggered into the squalid Olsen home under the weight of heavy burdens. Bob Jarvis carried a bag of coal on one shoulder; Steve Rush a huge bundle of kindling wood, with a heavy basket in his right hand.
"Here we are again," he cried cheerily, as the lads dumped their burden to the floor. The doctor was already there, working over the sick girl.
"I must have some hot water, and at once," he said.