The foreman pranced down the street at a furious rate. Ben kept up with him. Dunn acted like a smouldering volcano. He gritted his teeth, he clenched his fists ever and anon, he emitted growls and little roars.
“The escape valve will burst if I don’t get action,” he advised Ben. “Hurry up.”
When they reached the plant, Dunn proceeded straight towards the private office of its proprietor.
“Mr. Saxton is very busy over some accounts,” advised the bookkeeper.
“He’ll see me, or I’ll burst in the door,” declared the forcible Dunn, thrusting aside the office underling, and opening the door before him. “You keep with me, Hardy,” he advised.
Jasper Saxton looked up from his desk in an irritated way at the bold intrusion. Then, observing Ben, he scowled darkly.
“What’s that boy doing here?” he demanded.
“I brought him,” retorted Dunn.
“Take him away again. He has no business around here.”
“Yes, he has, and he’ll stay,” observed Dunn sharply. “I need him.”