"My name is Bob Jarvis, and don't you take any liberties with it, unless you've got an accident insurance on your life."
Watski's face wrinkled angrily. He clenched his fists, and for the moment it looked as though he would fall upon Jarvis and punish him for his boldness. Bob turned the tide by asking:
"When do we go to work? We're losing time?"
"Yes; where do we work?" urged Steve.
"See that cinder pit there?" leered the assistant.
"Yes."
"Get in! Got your shovels?"
"No."
Growling and making faces to himself the Pole walked abruptly away, returning a few minutes later with two shovels. He handed them to the boys, giving the lads a shove toward the cinder pit.