The furnace foreman dashed around the pit, headed for the humiliated boss. Jarvis saw him coming. Bob stepped in front of Foley. "What are you going to do?" demanded the lad. "Get out of my way before I hurt you!" "And you keep out of this, or I'm likely to forget myself and hurt you. You know it wouldn't look well to have the foreman licked by one of his men," grinned Jarvis. Foley gazed at the Iron Boy in astonishment. All at once he raised his foot, delivering a vicious kick. The foreman never quite understood how it happened, but the next second he found himself falling backwards into the pit, while the mill hands set up a roar. Jarvis had been on his guard. When the kick was delivered, he caught the ankle of the foreman, giving it a quick jerk that threw the fellow off his balance. There could be but one result. Bill toppled over backwards, landing on his head in the pit. "Get him out of there! He'll burn to death, Bob," warned Rush. Bob helped the foreman out, but with reluctance. "It would serve you right if you did burn. But don't you try any of your funny business on me again. You won't get off so easily if you try it on another time." "Kalinski, do you think you can let us alone if I release you now?" questioned Steve. The Pole did not answer, but if there ever was murder in a man's eyes it was in Kalinski's. Steve put on a little harder pressure. "Yes, yes; leggo! I don't want anything to do with you. I----" Rush released the man instantly. At first the Pole acted as though he was about to spring upon his remarkable young antagonist. He seemed to think better of it, however, after a glance into the unsympathetic faces about him, then into the smiling face of Steve Rush. "Will you go to work, or must I throw you out of the mill!" snarled Kalinski. "We shall be glad to go to work if you will let us alone. I wonder what the superintendent would say if he happened along about this time?" "I shall fine both of you two days' pay," announced Foley, making a memorandum in a soot-soiled memorandum book. "Very well, sir. That is your privilege. It is ours to protest, if we think best, which is not saying that we shall. We have been used most disgracefully, and----" "You didn't think of that when you got me into trouble, did you?" sneered the foreman. "So that is where the shoe pinches, is it? I begin to understand. You propose to get even with us? Well, all I have to say is that I should advise you not to try it. We have come here to work, and at our own request. If you become unbearable I warn you we are perfectly able to take care of ourselves, and we shall do so. We don't propose to submit to any insults from you or any one else, Bill Foley." "Just put that in your pipe and smoke it!" chuckled Bob.