"What is it you want, Phillips?"
"I was about to suggest that Rush accompany us over to the furnaces, but if he has to report for the night trick there will not be time."
"We will attend to that part of it. You will want to return home, of course, to change your clothes before going to work?"
"Yes, sir," Steve nodded.
The superintendent pushed a button and one of his clerks responded.
"Send word to the head melter of number four blast that Mr. Rush will not be on duty this evening, on the superintendent's order; that the young man is engaged on another matter for me," directed Mr. Keating.
Steve's eyes glowed, not because he did not have to work, but because there seemed reason to believe that the plan he had so carefully thought out was going to be seriously considered both by the superintendent and the chief engineer of the great steel works.
"That disposes of all your objections, doesn't it, Rush?" asked Mr. Keating.
"It disposes of the obstacles. I had no objections," smiled the Iron Boy.
"I stand corrected, sir," said Mr. Keating. "We will start if you are ready, Phillips."