The office boy obeyed, casting an angry glance at the unruffled countenance of Steve Rush as he closed the door behind him.
"Now, what is it you want, young man?" questioned the president. "State your business briefly, for I have no time to waste."
"I am looking for a position, sir."
Mr. Carrhart was about to make a sharp reply, when, chancing to glance into the face of the lad before him, he saw something there that arrested the words he was about to utter. The boy's face showed an earnestness of purpose, a stubborn determination that led the mining president to modify his tone.
"You wish a position?" he asked not unkindly.
"Yes, sir."
"What position are you looking for?"
"I wish to go into the iron mines; I wish to learn the business, sir. I am stronger than I look——"
"Yes, I have just had evidence of that fact. But why do you come to me?"
"Because you are the head of the mines. Should I not go to the head when I am looking for a position?"