The Iron Boys in the Steel Mills; or, Beginning Anew in the Cinder Pits — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Iron Boys in the Steel Mills; or, Beginning Anew in the Cinder Pits
John Stuart Mill · en
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Illustration: Steve Tossed the Man Out of the Pit.
_Frontispiece._
The Iron Boys in the
Steel Mills
OR
Beginning Anew in the Cinder Pits
By
JAMES R. MEARS
Author of The Iron Boys in the Mines, The Iron Boys as Foremen,
The Iron Boys on the Ore Boats, The Iron Boys on the Steel Rail
Job, etc.
Illustrated
PHILADELPHIA
HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY
HOWARD E. ALTEMUS
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. TOO SLOW FOR HIM 7
II. MAKING A NEW START 24
III. IN THE CINDER PIT 33
IV. LAYING HANDS ON THE BOSS 42
V. ON THE BRINK OF A VOLCANO 53
VI. BOB'S DIZZY FLIGHT 63
VII. AN UNJUST SENTENCE 71
VIII. IGNATZ ON THE WAR PATH 80
IX. STEVE MEETS WITH DISAPPOINTMENT 93
X. SOMETHING HAPPENS TO THE BOSS 103
XI. READJUSTING THEIR FINANCES 112
XII. THE BOYS MEET WITH A SURPRISE 121
XIII. FACING THEIR ACCUSERS 130
XIV. BY THE ROARING FURNACES 142
XV. MENACED BY A DOUBLE PERIL 154
XVI. THROUGH THE MELTING POT 164
XVII. A HANG-OVER AND A FLAREBACK 173
XVIII. IN A FIERY RAIN 182
XIX. RUSH MAKES A SUGGESTION 194
XX. THE CHIEF EXPRESSES HIMSELF 203
XXI. RAKED BY THE "PIG" 213
XXII. DIRECTORS GET A SHOCK 224
XXIII. AN UNLOOKED-FOR PROMOTION 235
XXIV. CONCLUSION 250
The Iron Boys in the Steel Mills
CHAPTER I
TOO SLOW FOR HIM
The telephone bell rang sharply. Its very insistence seemed to indicate
the nervous haste of the person on the other end of the line.
"Hello!" growled the boy, looking longingly out of the office window as
he clapped the receiver to his ear. "What's that? What building? Pity
they couldn't pick out a hot day, while they were about it. Yes, I'll
tell him. 'Yes,' I said. Can't you hear?"
Several clerks, with coats and vests off, were lounging about the office
of the great steel works in the accident department. The sun beat down
on the building with relentless energy, and there was scarcely a breath
of air stirring. There was little incentive to work, and hardly any one
was making the slightest pretext at it.