"There ain't room for two such lummoxes as you in that pit now. You take the next one on number eight furnace."
"Is it as hot as this?"
"Hotter."
"Then I guess I will wait until it cools off," answered Bob, sitting down again.
Watski's face showed a dull red under the cinder soot.
"You get up and go to work, unless you want to lose your whole week's wages. What do you think this is—a baby hospital?"
"I didn't know but it might be, seeing you live here," retorted Jarvis, taking his time at getting up, but keeping a weather eye on Kalinski, who had a habit of suddenly forgetting himself, as Jarvis already had discovered.
"Shall I cool the pit off?"
"How?"