Bisbee daily review., 1916-10-29
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 lighted and low-roofed structure of puileys and lathes. and from there to the brighter lighted and higher roofed metal room of the foundry itself. There, beside glowing furnaces half naked men toiled over incandescent annealing boxes and cauldrons of mol ten metal. There gigantic track cranes swung bowls of liquid fire from crucibles to mold beds.
 And there the harried Legar. be- wildered by the sudden bright light. ran like a pelted hound down the sandy paths between forge and coke oven and cauldron crane. There. see ing his way blocked by a group Of round-eyed Lithuanians. he swung. catlike. up into the iron network of the cable bridges. with his pursuer still close at his heels. And there. midway across that smoke-stained roof. that echoed with the tumult of thunderous hammers and directly over a king cauldron of molten steel. the two men came together.
 There Legar, with his metal claw hooked securely into the iron network above his head. swung about and faced his enemy. And there. on that griny bridge high above the equally gri1ny workmen who left their f0rges and lathes and cauldrons to witness the struggle, the two enemies, who had so long and bitterly opposed each other. found themselves face to face for their final struggle.
 Yet the man in the yellow mask seemed the cooler headed of the two. for as Legar struck snarling at his face he ducked low on his narrow perch and at the same moment whipped his revolver from the siie pocket of his coat. Yet Legar. with a movement equally prompt. kicked viciously at the fingers clustered about the gun-butt before the weapon itself could be brought into use. The next moment that weapon fell with hiss and splash into the lake of molten metal beneath them.
 Then the struggle became one of tendon against tendon. of straining muscle against muscle. of empty handed mortal strength pitted against mortal strength There. like animals of the wild, high in some Arlazonian eyrie. the two strangely entangled figures fought and struggled and clawed and struck.
 Tn the matter of mere physical strength Legar seemed to have the advantage. And what under ordinary circumstances might have proved disability could now be turned to his advantage For the iron claw at the end of his right arm. hooked securely into the network of steel behind him. held him there without effort and without strain. His opponent, on the other hand, found it no easy task to make sure of his perch above that ever-intimidating cauldron of molten metal. His arm shook with the ten sion imposed on his overtaxed mus cles. His fingers became numb with pain, threatening to lose their pre- hensile power. and even as he fought he weakened to a realization that he must change his hold.
 It was as he maneuvered to bring about this shift of position that the ever-watchful Legar, alert for the most trivial advantage. saw his chance Swinging his body suddenly free from it's footing on the narrow ledge Of metal where he stood. he pendulumed towards his momentarily unstable op-
 fe faa fOr r1 upward. as he did so. with all the force of Q football player kicking double punt.
 The force of this unlooked-for i'm pact was too much for the man in the mask. He tottered back. caught fran tically at a soot-covered steel bar be- side him. dropped the full length of it's diagonal course before he could make sure of his clutch. and came into vio- lent collision with the heavy iron block ot a crane ladle. There. half stunneu by the blow, he fell sprawling across a polished steel cable which dropped fioorward between the block and its empty metal pot. He tried to clutch that cable as he fell. but his speed proved too great and his over taxed fingers were too weak. As be fell along it's polished surface. how ever it offered sufficient resistance to carry his limp body beyond the peril of that open lake of molten metal. which. his frantic brain kept telling him. meant death. And as he dropped weakly from the cable loop to pile of molding sand lying between a cast ing box and an empty spill trough. score of watching men gave utterance to a shout of relief and a score of waiting hands were there to help him to his feet
 So intent were those astounded iron workers on watching that periious fall. however. that they paid scant atten- ton to the second figure climbing spi- derlike higher along the blackened ironwork of the blackened roof. They caught no glimpse of him as he scram- bled. socty and panting. through the ventilating fue that opened on the roof itsc Nor did any eye follow him as he crept. gorillalike. along the perilous slope of that roof until he