"Mr. Carrhart?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why, no, my lad; what made you think I was?"
"I beg your pardon, sir. I saw you come out of the president's office and I wanted to see him very much," stammered the lad.
"Then why don't you go to see him?"
"I'm going to," answered Steve in a resolute tone. "Thank you, sir."
With that the lad turned, walking rapidly back. He did not stop when he had reached the bench just outside the reception room. Instead, he stepped firmly up to the door of the president's office. His hand was upon the door knob.
"Here, you, where you going?" cried the office boy, bounding after him.
Steve made no reply, whereupon the office boy started for him again. But the latter was not quick enough. Rush opened the door to the private office and stepped within. The office boy prevented his closing the door, and a second later had bolted in after the visitor. Then things began to happen with surprising quickness. Rush went down in a heap, the office boy landing on his back. Over and over the two lads rolled, clasped in a tight embrace.
"Here, here! What does this mean?" demanded the president, gazing with amazement at the rough-and-tumble battle going on at his very feet.