The party decided that they had seen enough of the Cousin Jack for one day. Some of the officials were more anxious to get out of the place than they cared to admit. They were not used to having their luncheons interrupted by fifty-pound sacks of dynamite catching fire.
Each, before leaving, stepped up and shook hands with the Iron Boys.
"I want to see you before I leave the range," said Mr. Carrhart as he bade Steve good-bye.
"Yes, sir," answered the boy, touching his hat, as he stepped to one side to permit the visitors to pass around the chute.
"We must do something for those boys," said Mr. Cary to the president.
"Yes," agreed Mr. Carrhart.
"They are doing something for themselves, gentlemen," returned the superintendent. "They are not lads to need much help. They are the kind who carve out their own futures."
"Well, they've gone," announced Bob, stamping the dirt from his shoes. "What do you think of it?"
"Of the fire—the burning bag, you mean?"