I sprang forward and grappled Mr. Storey, but I found him rather a large contract, for I had to favor my left arm. Then he suddenly turned limp and rolled to the floor, his head thumping noisily on a corner of the desk.
Doddridge Knapp coolly laid a hard rubber ruler down on the desk, and I recognized the source of Mr. Storey"s discomfiture.
"I reckon he"s safe for a bit," he growled. "Hullo, what"s this?"
I noted a very pale young man in the doorway of the secretary"s office, apparently doubtful whether he should attempt to raise an alarm or hide.
"You go back in your room and mind your own business, Dodson," said the King of the Street. "Go!" he growled fiercely, as the young man still hesitated. "You know I can make or break you."
The young man disappeared, and I closed and locked the door on him.
"There they come," said I, as steps sounded in the hall.
"Stand by the door and keep them out," whispered my employer. "I"ll see that Storey doesn"t get up. Keep still now. Every minute we gain is worth ten thousand dollars."
I took station by the door as the k.n.o.b was tried. More steps were heard, and the k.n.o.b was tried again. Then the door was shaken and picturesque comments were made on the dilatory president.
Doddridge Knapp looked grim, but serene, as he sat on the desk with his foot on the prostrate Storey. I breathed softly, and listened to the rising complaints from without.
There were thumps and kicks on the door, and at last a voice roared:
"What are you waiting for? Break it in."
A crash followed, and the ground-gla.s.s upper section of the door fell in fragments.
"I beg your pardon, gentlemen," I said, as a man put his hand through the opening. "This revolver is loaded, and the first man to come through there will get a little cold lead in him."
There was a pause and then a storm of oaths.
"Get in there!" cried Decker"s voice from the rear. "What are you afraid of?"
"He"s got a gun."
"Well, get in, three or four of you at once. He can"t shoot you all."
This spirited advice did not seem to find favor with the front-rank men, and the enemy retired for consultation. At last a messenger came forward.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want you to keep out."
"Who is he?" asked Decker"s voice.
"There"s another one there," cried another voice. "Why, it"s Doddridge Knapp!"
Decker made use of some language not intended for publication, and there was whispering for a few minutes, followed by silence.
I looked at Doddridge Knapp, sitting grim and unmoved, counting the minutes till the injunction should come. Suddenly a man bounded through the broken upper section of the door, tossed by his companions, and I found myself in a grapple before I could raise my revolver.
We went down on the floor together, and I had a confused notion that the door swung open and four or five others rushed into the room.
I squirmed free from my opponent, and sprang to my feet in time to see the whole pack around Doddridge Knapp.
The King of the Street sat calm and forceful with a revolver in his hand, and all had halted, fearing to go farther.
"Don"t come too close, gentlemen," growled the Wolf.
Then I saw one of the men raise a six-shooter to aim at the defiant figure that faced them. I gave a spring and with one blow laid the man on the floor. There was a flash of fire as he fell, and a deafening noise was in my ears. Men all about me were striking at me. I scarcely felt their blows as I warded them off and returned them, for I was half-mad with the desperate sense of conflict against odds. But at last I felt myself seized in an iron grip, and in a moment was seated beside Doddridge Knapp on the desk.
"The time is up," he said. "There"s the sheriff and Caswell with the writ."
"I congratulate you," I answered, my head still swimming, noting that the enemy had drawn back at the coming of reinforcements.
"Good heavens, man, you"re hurt!" he cried, pointing to my left sleeve where a blood stain was spreading. The wound I had received in the night conflict at Livermore had reopened in the struggle.
"It"s nothing," said I. "Just a scratch."
"Here! get a doctor!" cried the King of the Street. "Gentlemen, the directors" meeting is postponed, by order of court."
CHAPTER XXVI
A VISION OF THE NIGHT
"You are a very imprudent person," said Luella, smiling, yet with a most charming trace of anxiety under the smile.
"What have I been doing now?" I asked.
"That is what you are to tell me. Papa told us a little about your saving his life and his plans this morning, but he was so very short about it. Let me know the whole story from your own mouth. Was this the arm that was hurt?"
I started to give a brief description of my morning"s adventure, but there was something in my listener"s face that called forth detail after detail, and her eyes kindled as I told the tale of the battle that won Omega in the stock Board, and the fight that rescued the fruits of victory in the office of the company.
"There is something fine in it, after all," she said when I was through.
"There is something left of the spirit of the old adventurers and the knights. Oh, I wish I were a man! No, I don"t either. I"d rather be the daughter of a man--a real man--and I know I am that."
I thought of the Doddridge Knapp that she did not know, and a pang of pity and sorrow wrenched my heart.
She saw the look, and misinterpreted it.
"You do not think, do you," she said softly, "that I don"t appreciate your part in it? Indeed I do." I took her hand, and she let it lie a moment before she drew it away.
"I think I am more than repaid," I said.
"Oh, yes," said she, changing her tone to one of complete indifference.
"Papa said he had made you a director."