"Stop what?" demanded the foreman of loading.
"You've dumped a man from that scoop! Which car was it?"
The foreman laughed easily.
"I guess you must be crazy."
"Which car is it, I say? Answer me quick. He may be killed, or——"
"That's the car right there, the last one filled and——"
But Bob was bounding toward the place with desperate haste.
"Steve! Steve!"
"Ye-yes, I'm IT again," answered a muffled voice, dragging himself from the ore, shaking the dirt from him.
"Look out for the shell! It'll be on you again before you know it," warned Jarvis. He had heard the creaking and groaning of the machinery, sounds, which told him the big scoop was on its way upward again with still another load of the red ore.