"Look out there! For God's sake, go to your places!"
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.