moment.

Last of all came Dan Jaggers. As he caught sight of the two newcomers
he shot at them a look full of hate.

"I thought ye said those fellers couldn't work here," he muttered
to his uncle.

"Keep quiet and watch out," whispered Joshua Owen. "They're not going
to work here. I'll fix that!"




CHAPTER III

JOSH OWEN STARTS TROUBLE


"Knock off!"

As the deafening din of hammers lessened David Pollard shouted that
order through a megaphone.

Confined in a limited space, inside that bull of steel, the clatter,
which outdoors would have been barely noticed, was something infernal
in volume and sharpness. Human ear-drums could not stand it for any
very great length of time.

By this time Jack Benson and Hal Hastings had had a good chance to