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weeks steady firing up to get a heat we can work with."
    "Three weeks!" exclaimed Lawrence, astonished. "Then it would hardly pay to let the fire go down for the clinkers?"
    "As for them, we just slip the grate to one side, and cut 'em off from the sides of the eye with an instrument we drive up from below. We never let the fire go down till the furnace burns out. The furnace is built inside the cone."
    "And where do you melt your glass?"
    "In pots set into the furnace, just overhead here, as I will show you by and by. Our glass pots are closed in, so that no impurities from the fire can get into them. That 's the way pots have to be arranged, where flint glass is made. But in furnaces where they make common green glass, which they are not so particular about, the pots are left open at the top, for the advantage of getting the direct action of the heat on the melting materials. That lets the flux run into the fire sometimes, and that spoils the furnace; so that green-glass furnaces have to shut down about once every year."
    Just then a being who seemed (to the imagination of the lad, at least,-- the Doctor had forgotten his Arabian Nights some years since),-- a being who seemed the dark genie of the place, advanced from some dismal recess in which he had lain concealed, and thrust a ponderous iron spear, or lance, through the bars, directly into the eye of Lawrence's dragon,