"There, the shower is letting up. Shall we go, now?" demanded Steve impatiently.
The melter stretched forth a hand, drawing it back quickly.
"Not yet! I don't propose to get my head cracked just for the sake of being in a hurry."
"Well, I am going, whether you are or not."
Rush crawled from under the stove and straightened up. The metal was still running from the furnace, most of it having spilled off into the yard, for instantly the hang-over occurred the train crew had fled. They knew full well what was coming, and every man of them instantly took to cover. The metal ran over the first ladle. Instantly the car under the ladle caught fire. In a few minutes the whole train was on fire. The engineer, who had deserted his post with the rest of them, rushed back at the risk of his life, uncoupled his engine and started it away, thus saving the engine from being seriously damaged.
Rush raised his voice in a long shout for his companion.
"Bo-o-b! O-h-h-h, Bob!"
"Hi, hi, catch me down there!" howled a voice from the air. It sounded right over the head of Steve Rush.
Pig-Iron Peel heard it, too, and darted out. The two men glanced up into the air. They saw a human form shooting down one of the wire braces that extended up to the top of the stove to steady the metal chimney around which there was a network of the wires.
"It's Bob!" howled Rush beside himself with joy. "Help me catch him."