"Well, something of that sort," grinned the head-melter.
"We're both entitled to hero medals, you see," added Bob.
"Thank you; I owe you both one for that. Well, Mr. Peel I am ready to go to work. How about you, Bob?"
Jarvis glanced up to where the ladder disappeared in the veil of smoke high above them.
"If I had an elevator I'd be all right, but I'll try it."
"You need not go up if you don't feel like it," said the melter. "I will send one of the furnace men up to finish your trick, if you wish."
"No, I'll go myself. There won't be any trouble about getting down. I can fall down, but the difficulty will be in climbing that ladder with the skin all off my hands. Say, those rungs are hot. Why don't you cool them off?"
"We'll play the hose on you while you are going up if you want."
"You'd better not, if you know what is good for you. If you even breathe on me I'll fall off. Well, here goes!"