The hot metal train had long since pulled away over the bridge, on its way to the mills, where the ingots would either be rolled in their crude state or placed in the open-hearth furnaces to be transformed into ingots of steel.
"I guess I can keep out of the way, now that I know what to keep out of the way of."
"I'll put you on the dolly to-morrow, and make a monkey-man of you. If you don't get incinerated we'll make a real man of you."
"Thank you."
Peel did not know whether the remark was intended to be sarcastic or not, and Steve's impassive face gave him no clue to the truth.
For the rest of the night each of the Iron Boys labored faithfully, and that morning, the moment they struck their beds, they instantly fell into the deathlike sleep of the laborer in the steel mills.