"I'll tell you what I will do. I will see if I can find him. I was going on some matters of my own, but they can wait."
Mrs. Brodsky was profuse in her thanks as Steve started away to look for the missing boy. Outside, the Iron Boy halted, wondering where he should look. It was quite possible that Ignatz had gone to the mills to work, and in that case Rush would not be able to see him, for the Iron Boy would not be allowed to enter the yards unless he did so secretly, for the guard would stop him now that his name was not on the list of employés.
Steve thought of the hospital. He hurried there at once. The lad knew all the surgeons and nurses, having become well acquainted with them while he was in the accident department.
"Have you seen anything of a boy named Ignatz Brodsky?" was his first question on meeting one of the ambulance surgeons.
"Brodsky? Brodsky? Seems to me that was the name of the young fellow I picked up in the street last night."
"Yes; that was the name," remarked one of the young doctors present.
"Oh, that's too bad. Was he hurt?"
"Yes, he was unconscious when we brought him here in the ambulance, but——"
"What was the matter—had he been hurt?" questioned Rush excitedly.