He got up, left the little room, and went around to the door of the other room. Without stopping to knock, he opened the door and walked in.
"H'waryer," he saluted, as the four lads stared at him in amazement. "My name's Mike Hogan, and I want ter join in with ther push."
"Get out of here, you bum!" cried Hartwick, fiercely. "You are intruding on a private party."
"Hold hard, young feller!" returned the fellow who had given his name as Mike Hogan. "Don't call me a bum! I'm onto your curves, and there ain't no reason why you and me shouldn't be friends."
"Friends!" exclaimed Hartwick—"friends! Well, I prefer to choose my friends."
"And you didn't make much of a success when you
chose a young gent here what is named Ditson. Keep yer seat!"
"Press the button, Harlow, and we'll have this fellow thrown out!" came savagely from Hartwick's lips.
"Wait a minute before you press the button," urged Mike Hogan. "Do you see this face?"
"Yes."