Several large chunks of ore were tossed up with the same result. They did not roll back into the hold.
"I've got it, Bob," exulted the Iron Boy.
"You're wrong there. I got most of it myself."
"Listen! There is a platform or passageway running along this side of the ship above our heads. I suspected there must be something of the sort, for surely they have to get into the hold occasionally——"
"Above our heads, you say, eh?"
"Yes."
"Precious lot of good that will do us," grunted Bob.
"That depends upon whether or not you have any spunk left."
"I guess I've got as much of that kind of stuff as you have. But I'm sick—I'm a sick man, Steve Rush!"