A welder, the use of one of the newly-evolved torches that made the antique ones appear to be match-flares with the aid of using comparison, dropped it by chance. Its flame licked up and sprayed throughout the person's proper hand. It melted the protecting glove like ice cream on a stove; crisped away the pores and skin and liquefied the flesh, charred the bones black and left the welder no extra than 1/2 of a palm and arms earlier than he may want to jerk his hand out of the horrible blast of hearthplace.