"He did, eh?"
"Yes."
"Is Jarvis much of a scrapper?"
"He is a whirlwind."
"Good for him! I'll get him off the charging platform and give him something better down here," said the head melter, as he nodded approvingly over what Steve had told him.
"That's the kind of a boy for me. No, I don't mean because he fights. I got no use for a brawler, but because he can be a man when he gets up against the real thing. Tell me about that mix-up."
This Steve did, including the kicking of Brodsky, which really led to the interference of Jarvis. Peel stamped about on the fire brick of the platform, his anger growing momentarily.
"The whelp! The miserable cur! He'd better not show his face around these furnaces. I'll break every bone in his miserable no-account body. Tell me who he is! Tell me who he is!"
"Not now. Perhaps some other time. The man might not like to hear it, you know."
Peel regarded his young charge suspiciously.