"Don't hurt him. He has been punished enough," cried Steve.
"It would serve the brute right if I killed him," roared the melter.
Kalinski moaned, stirred, then got to his feet dizzily.
"I'll have you put out of the yards for this," he growled, turning slowly away.
Pig-Iron's right foot shot out. It caught the Pole fairly, lifting the fellow clear of the platform, hurling him headlong to the ground ten feet below.
"There, I guess that will hold him steady for a while. Don't you ever be caught around these furnaces again, unless you want me to finish the job," shouted the boss.
Steve's face wore a serious expression. Bob was grinning.
"I wish Ignatz could have been here to see that," Jarvis said. "It was worth being blown off the roof to see. Say, Mr. Peel, if you ever have occasion to lambaste Watski again, just call to me. I want to see the fun. Wouldn't miss it for anything."
"All hands to number three," commanded the melter. "We're losing time. Daylight will be here almost before we know it now. We have lost one furnace full and we don't want to repeat the performance."