"You're not—will you please tell him I want to see him for a few minutes?"
"What do you want to see him for?" inquired the man, bringing the door a little closer to.
"I'll tell him that," said McDowell, shortly. "But it's only for a few minutes, you can say."
"He won't see you unless you send your name and tell your business," returned the man stiffly. He made a motion as if preparing to close the door.
"Tell him, then, John MacDowell wants to see him about the rent he owes him," he said sharply.
"He never sees any one about that sort of thing. You'll have to go to the agent."
"I've had too much of the agent. It's the boss I want now. Go and tell him." MacDowell's voice rose, and he spoke imperiously. It sounded menacing.
"You'll have to see the agent," said the man, and shut the door.
MacDowell trembled with indignation. His first impulse was to burst in the door. But he had sense enough to know that violence like that would hardly commend him to his landlord's temperate consideration. He wandered haltingly down the walk, looking back at the house, to see if he might get a glimpse of Mr. Vanderhoff himself or of some less uppish servant.
He had passed only a few minutes in this irresolute fashion when he heard steps coming up the walk. A broad-shouldered, strong-faced man with a surly expression was approaching.
"What do you want here?" he inquired brusquely of John.
"I want to see the boss, and I must," he replied.
"Didn't the man tell you he couldn't see you? You get out of here. Come! Hurry up! People may come out, and they don't want to see tramps round the place."
"Don't call me a tramp," flared out MacDowell, his eye flashing ominously. "I'm as honest as any one round here, and work harder for all I get than the like o' yous."
The man grasped him by the arm, and pushed him toward the gate.
"If you don't get out of here quick, I'll send for the police and have you arrested for trespassin'," he said.
With a vigorous movement MacDowell shook off his hold and raised his clenched fist. Then he thought of his children alone in the house with their dead mother, and their terror if he should not return came over him. From her coffin his wife
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"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE HIM FOR?"
