"Take your shovel and get in here. We shall be in trouble the first thing we know," warned Rush.
Bob obeyed reluctantly. He limped a little as he walked toward the cinder pit, for his legs pained him and there were blisters on his feet where the hot cinders and slag had burned through the shoes. Besides, he felt that he had not done his duty.
"Did you hear Watski give you the lie, Steve?"
"Yes, I heard," answered Rush, beginning to throw out cinders again. "He isn't worth bothering with. Let him alone. We cannot afford to have any fights at the beginning. I was in hopes things would run along smoothly."
Foley leaned over the edge of the pit.
"I'll report you both; I'll have you fined!" he growled.
"Go on!" jeered Rush. "Report the other man. If you don't, I will."
"Let me at him! Let me at him!" yelled Kalinski, starting for the pit. "I'll rub his nose in the hot slag, I will! I'll show him he can't throw hot cinders in my face. Git out of my way!"