"Leggo! O-u-c-h! Leggo, I tell you!" cried the latter, raising his voice so high that office doors were quickly opened along the corridor, heads popping out, their owners demanding to know what the uproar was about.
"Will you take my name in to Mr. Carrhart?" demanded Steve in a low, firm tone.
"No, I won't. I'll trim you for this. I'll——"
Steve, with a strength that would not have been believed of him, calmly began leading his prisoner back into the office.
"Young man, I think I shall take you to Mr. Carrhart. We shall see what he has to say about you. I do not believe he will be pleased when I tell him how you have acted. I——"
Just then a door opened and a young man stepped out.
"Here, here, here, what does this mean?" demanded the newcomer sharply.
"He's hurting me; he's——"
Steve quickly released the hands of the office boy, and removing his hat, stepped forward respectfully.
"Are you Mr. Carrhart, sir?"