“Certainly not,” said the young man, calmly.
“Why, you impudent young scoundrel! I’ll—I’ll kick you out!”
“No, you wont. You may kick me, but you won’t kick me out.”
“If you don’t go, I’ll call a policeman,” declared Mr. S., purple with rage.
“Will you?”
The young man rushed to the door, locked it, and put the key in his pocket.
Mr. S. gasped and glared, and then roared:—
“I tell you I won’t have you! Get out of my office. Will you take ‘no’ for an answer?”
“No, I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Never did in my life, and don’t intend starting now,” said the young man, very determinedly.
Mr. Sharp hesitated, then rose to his feet, with admiration beaming from his eyes.