The Italian was just getting to his feet unsteadily, but there was an angry light in his eyes. Steve pointed to the sack. "How did that happen?" demanded the lad. "Me not know," was the answer, with a shrug of the shoulders. "Why you hit me?" "Why did I hit you?" repeated Bob. "If I hadn't you'd been sailing skyward by this time." The Italian started away, muttering sullenly. Steve stepped forward, laying a restraining hand on the man's arm. "Wait a minute. I want to talk with you." Mr. Carrhart sat down on the bench rather heavily, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "Now, Carrhart, perhaps you will tell us the meaning of this remarkable scene," said Mr. Cary. "Something is up. I have a suspicion." "Yes, you are right; something is up--or _was_. Do you gentlemen know what was in that bag that you saw on fire just now?" "No." "It was dynamite," said the president in an impressive tone. "Dynamite!" exclaimed the visitors in one voice. "Yes. How much was there in the bag, Mr. Penton?" asked Mr. Carrhart. "I should judge there were a dozen charges; about fifty pounds, I should say." The blanched faces of the visitors evidenced their understanding. "Enough to blow us into kingdom come," added the superintendent. "Then--then those boys have saved our lives?" "They have," said Mr. Penton. "Yes, and that act of theirs is sufficient to earn for them the Medal of Honor. I never knew of a braver act," added the president. "Rush, come here! Jarvis, I want you, too." The boys obeyed the command, Steve leading the unwilling Italian around the chutes to the platform, where he stood him against the wall. "You stay there until you are wanted!" ordered the boy, at which Mr. Penton nodded his approval. The visitors crowded forward, expressing their admiration at the bravery of the Iron Boys, at the same time plying them with eager questions. "How did you ever have the courage to do it?" questioned one man. "Because I didn't want to be blown up," answered Steve simply, at which the tension was relieved and everyone laughed. "What I should like to know," exclaimed Mr. Carrhart, "is how this affair occurred--how did that bag of dynamite chance to catch fire?" "From the Italian's candle, of course," said Mr. Cary. "I always have considered those open lights dangerous, especially where high explosives are used. We should have enclosed lights, the same as they do in the coal mines." "What do you think about it, Rush?" asked the president, turning to the young man inquiringly. "It did not catch from the man's candle, sir," answered the lad confidently. "You think not?" "I am sure of it, sir." "What makes you think it did not?" "Because the candle was on the front of his cap. It is there now, as you can see for yourself. The fire, when I first saw it, was burning at the bottom of the bag on the man's back. I do not see, by any stretch of the imagination, how the candle could have fired the cloth." "You're right."