"Nothing is the matter with me, Ignatz," answered Steve, by this time in better control of himself. "I am a little tired—that's all."
"You stay by the house to-night. You no go to the furnace; you go by the graveyard by and by."
"We expect to, you old croaker," scoffed Jarvis. "Go on, or else talk about something pleasant. Where are you working now?"
"I work by the hot bed," answered Ignatz.
Bob laughed heartily.
"I guess we all do, though they are not exactly beds. Well, so long; we must be going."
Brodsky bade them good-bye, Steve waving his hand; then the Pole stood looking after them, his eyes fixed longingly on Rush, whose gait was none too steady. Brodsky shook his head and went on to work.
"What's a hot bed, Steve?" questioned Bob.
"I don't know. I know a place that is hot enough to be called one."