concussion　and　a　rhythmic　series　of　impacts；　and　a　passage　of
  intermittent　puffs　of　white　steam　across　the　further　view。　　And
  to　the　left；　between　the　railway　and　the　dark　mass　of　the　low　hill
  beyond；　dominating　the　whole　view；　colossal；　inky…black；　and
  crowned　with　smoke　and　fitful　flames；　stood　the　great　cylinders　of
  the　Jeddah　Company　Blast　Furnaces；　the　central　edifices　of　the　big
  ironworks　of　which　Horrocks　was　the　manager。　　They　stood　heavy　and
  threatening；　full　of　an　incessant　turmoil　of　flames　and　seething
  molten　iron；　and　about　the　feet　of　them　rattled　the　rolling…mills；
  and　the　steam　hammer　beat　heavily　and　splashed　the　white　iron
  sparks　hither　and　thither。　　Even　as　they　looked；　a　truckful　of　fuel
  was　shot　into　one　of　the　giants；　and　the　red　flames　gleamed　out；
  and　a　confusion　of　smoke　and　black　dust　came　boiling　upwards
  towards　the　sky。
  〃Certainly　you　get　some　fine　effects　of　colour　with　your
  furnaces；〃　said　Raut；　breaking　a　silence　that　had　become
  apprehensive。
  Horrocks　grunted。　　He　stood　with　his　hands　in　his　pockets；
  frowning　down　at　the　dim　steaming　railway　and　the　busy　ironworks
  beyond；　frowning　as　if　he　were　thinking　out　some　knotty　problem。
  Raut　glanced　at　him　and　away　again。　　〃At　present　your
  moonlight　effect　is　hardly　ripe；〃　he　continued；　looking　upward。
  〃The　moon　is　still　smothered　by　the　vestiges　of　daylight。〃
  Horrocks　stared　at　him　with　the　expression　of　a　man　who　has
  suddenly　awakened。　　〃Vestiges　of　daylight？　。　。　。　。　Of　course；　of
  course。〃　　He　too　looked　up　at　the　moon；　pale　still　in　the　midsummer
  sky。　　〃Come　along；〃　he　said　suddenly；　and；　gripping　Raut's　arm　in
  his　hand；　made　a　move　towards　the　path　that　dropped　from　them　to
  the　railway。
  Raut　hung　back。　　Their　eyes　met　and　saw　a　thousand　things　in
  a　moment　that　their　eyes　came　near　to　say。　　Horrocks'　hand
  tightened　and　then　relaxed。　　He　let　go；　and　before　Raut　was　aware
  of　it；　they　were　arm　in　arm；　and　walking；　one　unwillingly　enough；
  down　the　path。
  〃You　see　the　fine　effect　of　the　railway　signals　towards
  Burslem；〃　said　Horrocks；　suddenly　breaking　into　loquacity；　striding
  fast；　and　tightening　the　grip　of　his　elbow　the　while。　　〃　Little
  green　lights　and　red　and　white　lights；　all　against　the　haze。　　You
  have　an　eye　for　effect；　Raut。　　It's　a　fine　effect。　　And　look　at
  those　furnaces　of　mine；　how　they　rise　upon　us　as　we　come　down　the
  hill。　　That　to　the　right　is　my　petseventy　feet　of　him。　　I　packed
  him　myself；　and　he's　boiled　away　cheerfully　with　iron　in　his　guts
  for　five　long　years。　　I've　a　particular　fancy　for　HIM。　　That
  line　of　red　therea　lovely　bit　of　warm　orange　you'd　call　it；
  Rautthat's　the　puddlers'　furnaces；　and　there；　in　the　hot　light；
  three　black　figuresdid　you　see　the　white　splash　of　the
  steam…hammer　then？that's　the　rolling　mills。　　Come　along！　　Clang；
  clatter；　how　it　goes　rattling　across　the　floor！　　Sheet　tin；　Raut；
  amazing　stuff。　　Glass　mirrors　are　not　in　it　when　that　stuff　comes
  from　the　mill。　　And；　squelch！there　goes　the　hammer　again。　　Come
  along！〃
  He　had　to　stop　talking　to　catch　at　his　breath。　　His　arm
  twisted　into　Raut's　with　benumbing　tightness。　　He　had　come　striding
  down　the　black　path　towards　the　railway　as　though　he　was　possessed。
  Raut　had　not　spoken　a　word；　had　simply　hung　back　against　Horrocks'
  pull　with　all　his　strength。
  〃I　say；〃　he　said　now；　laughing　nervously；　but　with　an
  undernote　of　snarl　in　his　voice；　〃why　on　earth　are　you　nipping　my
  arm　off；　Horrocks；　and　dragging　me　along　like　this？〃
  At　length　Horrocks　released　him。　　His　manner　changed　again。
  〃Nipping　your　arm　off？〃　he　said。　　〃Sorry。　　But　it's　you　taught　me
  the　trick　of　walking　in　that　friendly　way。〃
  〃You　haven't　learnt　the　refinements　of　it　yet　then；〃　said
  Raut；　laughing　artificially　again。　　〃By　Jove！　　I'm　black　and　blue。〃
  Horrocks　offered　no　apology。　　They　stood　now　near　the　bottom　of　the
  hill；　close　to　the　fence　that　bordered　the　railway。　　The　ironworks
  had　grown　larger　and　spread　out　with　their　approach。　　They　looked
  up　to　the　blast　furnaces　now　instead　of　down；　the　further　view　of
  Etruria　and　Hanley　had　dropped　out　of　sight　with　their　descent。
  Before　them；　by　the　stile　rose　a　notice…board；　bearing　still　dimly
  visible；　the　words；　〃BEWARE　OF　THE　TRAINS；〃　half　hidden　by　splashes
  of　coaly　mud。
  〃Fine　effects；〃　said　Horrocks；　waving　his　arm。　　〃Here　comes　a
  train。　　The　puffs　of　smoke；　the　orange　glare；　the　round　eye　of
  light　in　front　of　it；　the　melodious　rattle。　　Fine　effects！　　But
  these　furnaces　of　mine　used　to　be　finer；　before　we　shoved　cones　in
  their　throats；　and　saved　the　gas。〃
  〃How？〃　said　Raut。　　〃Cones？〃
  〃Cones；　my　man；　cones。　　I'll　show　you　one　nearer。　　The　flames
  used　to　flare　out　of　the　open　throats；　greatwhat　is　it？pillars
  of　cloud　by　day；　red　and　black　smoke；　and　pillars　of　fire　by　night。
  Now　we　run　it　off　in　pipes；　and　burn　it　to　heat　the　blast；　and　the
  top　is　shut　by　a　cone。　　You'll　be　interested　in　that　cone。〃
  〃But　every　now　and　then；〃　said　Raut；　〃you　get　a　burst　of　fire
  and　smoke　up　there。〃
  〃The　cone's　not　fixed；　it's　hung　by　a　chain　from　a　lever；　and
  balanced　by　an　equipoise。　　You　shall　see　it　nearer。　　Else；　of
  course；　there'd　be　no　way　of　getting　fuel　into　the　thing。　　Every
  now　and　then　the　cone　dips；　and　out　comes　the　flare。〃
  〃I　see；〃　said　Raut。　　He　looked　over　his　shoulder。　　〃The　moon
  gets　brighter；〃　he　said。
  〃Come　along；〃　said　Horrocks　abruptly；　gripping　his　shoulder
  again；　and　moving　him　suddenly　towards　the　railway　crossing。　　And
  then　came　one　of　those　swift　incidents；　vivid；　but　so　rapid　that
  they　leave　one　doubtful　and　reeling。　　Halfway　across；　Horrocks'
  hand　suddenly　clenched　upon　him　like　a　vice；　and　swung　him　backward
  and　through　a　half…turn；　so　that　he　looked　up　the　line。　　And　there
  a　chain　of　lamp…lit　carriage…windows　telescoped　swiftly　as　it　came
  towards　them；　and　the　red　and　yellow　lights　of　an　engine　grew
  larger　and　larger；　rushing　down　upon　them。　　As　he　grasped　what　this
  meant；　he　turned　his　face　to　Horrocks；　and　pushed　with　all
  his　strength　against　the　arm　that　held　him　back　between　the　rails。
  The　struggle　did　not　last　a　moment。　　Just　as　certain　as　it　was　that
  Horrocks　held　him　there；　so　certain　was　it　that　he　had　been
  violently　lugged　out　of　danger。
  〃Out　of　the　way；〃　said　Horrocks；　with　a　gasp；　as　the　train
  came　rattling　by；　and　they　stood　panting　by　the　gate　into　the
  ironworks。
  〃I　did　not　see　it　coming；〃　said　Raut；　still；　even　in　spite　of
  his　own　apprehensions；　trying　to　keep　up　an　appearance　of　ordinary
  intercourse。
  Horrocks　answered　with　a　grunt。　　〃The　cone；〃　he　said；　and
  then；　as　one　who　recovers　himself；　〃I　thought　you　did　not　hear。〃
  〃I　didn't；〃　said　Raut。
  〃I　wouldn't　have　had　you　run　over　then　for　the　world；〃　said
  Horrocks。
  〃For　a　moment　I　lost　my　nerve；〃　said　Raut。
  Horrocks　stood　for　half　a　minute；　then　turned　abruptly　towards
  the　ironworks　again。　　〃See　how　fine　these　great　mounds　of　mine；
  these　clinker…heaps；　look　in　the　night！　　That　truck　yonder；　up
  above　there！　　Up　it　goes；　and　out…tilts　the　slag。　　See　the
  palpitating　red　stuff　go　sliding　down　the　slope。　　As　we　get　nearer；
  the　heap　rises　up　and　cuts　the　blast　furnaces。　　See　the　quiver　up
  above　the　big　one。　　Not　that　way！　　This　way；　between　the　heaps。
  That　goes　to　the　puddling　furnaces；　but　I　want　to　show　you　the
  canal　first。〃　　He　came　and　took　Raut　by　the　elbow；　and　so　they　went
  along　side　by　side。　　Raut　answered　Horrocks　vaguely。　　What；　he
  asked　himself；　had　really　happened　on　the　line？　　Was　he　deluding
  himself　with　his　own　fancies；　or　had　Horrocks　actually　held　him
  back　in　the　way　of　the　train？　　Had　he　just　been　within　an　ace　of
  being　murdered？
  Suppose　this　slouching；　scowling　monster　DID　know
  anything？　　For　a　minute　or　two　then　Raut　was　really　afraid　for　his
  life；　but　the　mood　passed　as　he　reasoned　with　himself。　　After　all；
  Horrocks　might　have　heard　nothing。　　At　any　rate；　he　had　pulled　him
  out　of　the　way　in　time。　　His　odd　manner　might　be　due　to　the　mere
  vague　jealousy　he　had　shown　once　before。　　He　was　talking　now　of　the
  ash…heaps　and　the　canal。　　〃Eigh？〃　said　Horrocks。
  〃What？〃　said　Raut。　　〃Rather！　　The　haze　in　the　moonlight。
  Fine！〃
  〃Our　canal；〃　said　Horrocks；　stopping　suddenly。　　〃Our　canal　by
  moonlight　and　firelight　is　an　immense　effect。　　You've　never　seen
  it？　　Fancy　that！　　You've　spent　too　many　of　your　evenings
  philandering　up　in　Newcastle　there。　　I　tell　you；　for　real　florid
  effectsBut　you　shall　see。　　Boiling　water　。　。　。　〃
  As　they　came　out　of　the　labyrinth　of　clinker…heaps　and　mounds
  of　coal　and　ore；　the　noises　of　the　rolling…mill　sprang　upon　them
  suddenly；　loud；　near；　and　distinct。　　Three　shadowy　workmen　went　by
  and　touched　their　caps　to　Horrocks。　　Their　faces　were　vague　in　the
  darkness。　　Raut　felt　a　futile　impulse　to　address　them；　and　before
  he　could　frame　his　words；　they　passed　into　the　shadows。　　Horrocks
  pointed　to　the　c