Larry dared not wait another moment. He stepped quickly to the door and
called out:
"Joe, come here a moment!"
"Yes, my lad."
The furnace door closed with a clang. The fireman paused to pull at an
iron rod that was suspended against the wall, and the short, quick roar
of the five-minute whistle sounded.
Larry had wheeled about the instant he saw Joe start in obedience to his
call, and he was in time to see Croly again in the act of seizing the
valve-gear.
Without an instant's hesitation, he took hold of the wheel, and held it
firmly, at the same time calling:
"Quick, Joe!"
The big fireman appeared, and his single eye looked from the face of the
boy to that of Croly.
"Did'st thee want me, lad?" he asked, in his gruff tones.
"I want you to take this fellow away from the engine before we're all
blown out of the building to pay for his carelessness," Larry answered.
Cuttle's one eye glared upon Steve Croly, and the latter retreated, with
a look of grim defiance.
"He's away from the engine, lad," said Joe; "and, noo, what else
would'st have me do wi' him? A'll frowd him oot, if thou'd give the
wud.
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