Mark told him.
“I dassen’t bother him with that,” says the man. “He looks savage to-day. He might discharge me right off.”
“But I’ve got to see him. It’s important. It’s awful important.”
“I’ll try it,” says the man, “but there isn’t a chance.”
So he went to the door and rapped and put in his head. We heard a man roar.
“Get out of here!” he bellowed. “Shut that door! Get out! I won’t see anybody this morning! Understand? Get out and stay out!”
The man came back and says, “There, you see.”
We did see, all right, and I was discouraged. Maybe Mark was, too, but he didn’t show it. He just looked madder than ever.
“I’m goin’ to s-s-see that man,” says he, and we went out of that room into the long corridor. There we stopped and stood looking out of the window.
In about two minutes Mark says, “Dast you t-t-try it, Plunk?”