The morning load ran late.
Iven waited.
Through the outer opening he could see the moving deck at its upper alignment, bearing two carrying frames and a crate long enough to overhang its ordinary end marks. A fitter was adjusting the crate’s restraint. One of the carriers stood in the place where Iven’s first approach would have passed.
Ferr saw him waiting on the fixed ground.
Neither man called across.
The motor stopped while the fitter tightened the last fastening. Then the frame moved, the deck settled, and the carriers took their load into the far bay. A smaller iron bar traveled behind them on a hand trolley. Its linked control fittings were plainly visible.
The new bar had arrived.
Corven stood beside Iven.
