"You are mistaken. I did nothing of the sort," answered Rush, his face flushing under his effort at self-control.
"You did!"
"Be careful," warned Rush.
"You know what Brodsky would say were he here?" spoke up Jarvis, thrusting his chin close to the face of the Pole. "He would say 'liar!' and I reckon he wouldn't be far from the truth at that."
"Look here, what about this thing? What are you getting at, Jarvis?" demanded Pig-Iron.
"This is the fellow who got us into trouble the other time and he is trying to get Steve in again. If he was the man driving home the dolly, whatever he did was done on purpose. Did he put Steve's life in danger?"
"Nearly killed him. So you're the duffer, are you?" growled the melter. "Git out of this!"
Pig-Iron's voice grew to a roar. He made one leap toward the surly-faced Pole, planting a ponderous fist squarely between Kalinski's eyes.
"Git up!"
Kalinski did not rise, for the reason that he could not. Pig-Iron jerked the fellow to his feet, then knocked him clear across the platform.