"And you keep out of this, or I'm likely to forget myself and hurt you. You know it wouldn't look well to have the foreman licked by one of his men," grinned Jarvis.
Foley gazed at the Iron Boy in astonishment. All at once he raised his foot, delivering a vicious kick. The foreman never quite understood how it happened, but the next second he found himself falling backwards into the pit, while the mill hands set up a roar.
Jarvis had been on his guard. When the kick was delivered, he caught the ankle of the foreman, giving it a quick jerk that threw the fellow off his balance. There could be but one result. Bill toppled over backwards, landing on his head in the pit.
"Get him out of there! He'll burn to death, Bob," warned Rush.
Bob helped the foreman out, but with reluctance.
"It would serve you right if you did burn. But don't you try any of your funny business on me again. You won't get off so easily if you try it on another time."
"Kalinski, do you think you can let us alone if I release you now?" questioned Steve.
The Pole did not answer, but if there ever was murder in a man's eyes it was in Kalinski's. Steve put on a little harder pressure.
"Yes, yes; leggo! I don't want anything to do with you. I——"