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Show 14 Karl watched Jame run to the water bucket and lift it head high, gulping such big swallows his throat swelled. Then Jame walked over to Karl and said, "Better grab your grub before the next heat starts. You can eat fast while you're waiting for Weitz to tell you which billets get loaded next. Come on, I'll eat with you." "I don't know how you can do all that work, Jame," Karl said when they were sitting on a bench with their dinner pails between them. "Don't you get tired?" Karl was almost too tired to eat, but he swallowed his first sandwich half-chewed, expecting Baldy Weitz to yell for him any minute. Jame laughed. "That was an easy order. You ought to see when we handle the four-by-four-inch billets that are six feet long. That's the ones that bulge your muscles. But you won't have to lug any of them big buggers today. The next order coming up's a short one we'll finish it in a couple of hours." Karl commented, "That fat guy across from you doesn't look like he works any too hard." "Oh, him." Jame spat on the floor. "He's Dutch Schwenk. He's got no business on this job, someone as old as him. Rolling mill work is a young man's job. You got to be strong, and quick on your feet, or else you bollix up the whole works. Schwenk*s a fat, lazy slug. But he's some kind of relative to Baldy Weitz, so Weitz keeps him on." Jame shoved a whole boiled egg into his mouth as Karl finished the third of his ham sandwiches and started on his pie. While he chewed, Jame said, "Look at that Dutch Schwenk, settin' over there playing with his mustache. He thinks that mustache is as classy as |