you I wouldn't stay here another minute," be went on to the stenographer, in a whisper.
"Why, what would you do?" she returned.
"Skip out. They haven't any right to make you trouble."
"But, Matt, that would not be right."
"Never mind; go ahead. You haven't any friend here but me. Mr Fenton wouldn't help you any, even if you ask him."
The young lady stood still for a moment, and then made a sudden movement for the doorway. Caleb Gulligan rushed after her, only to find Matt Lincoln barring his progress.
"Get out of my way, boy!"
"Which way?" queried Matt coolly.
"You rat! Out of my way!"
The auctioneer placed his hand upon the boy's arm, with the intention of hurling him aside. But, strange to say, although he was taller than the youth, he could not budge the latter for several seconds, and by that time the young lady had disappeared, swallowed up in the noonday crowd which surged past the door.
"Now see what you have done!" stormed Caleb Gulligan wrathfully. "You have aided that young woman to escape!"
"That's just what I meant to do," returned Matt,
