The cry of the foreman reached the ears of the clinging women. They fell apart--each peering into the crowd and the tumult. Mounted on a block of wood about a dozen yards from them--waving his arm and shouting to the stream of panic-stricken workmen--they saw the man who had been their guide through the works. Four white-hot ingots, just uncovered, blazed deserted on their truck close to him, and a multitude of men and boys were pushing past them, tumbling over each other in their eagerness to reach the neighbourhood of the furnace. The space between the ingots and some machinery near them was perilously narrow. At any moment, those rushing past might have been pushed against the death-bear…
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