My uncle did not finish his speech, for at that instant the door was flung open, and a tall, powerful man stood in the doorway.
"Here! let up there!" he commanded. "What are you doing, Stillwell? Who's that on the floor? Great buckwheat, if it ain't Luke Foster!"
I listened in amazement as well as delight. The newcomer was Mr. John Banker!
CHAPTER V.
AN APPALLING PROSPECT.
Never was an arrival more opportune than when Mr. John Banker stepped into the private office. I fully believe had he come a moment later he would have found me insensible. As it was it took me several seconds to recover my breath.
"John Banker!" ejaculated my uncle, and every line of his features told of his discomfiture.
"What are you doing with Luke?" went on Harry's father. "Let him up."
"None of your business!" growled my uncle.