When Mr. Hopper had gone, the two developers looked at each other a moment seriously.
“Hopper 'll fight,” Hollowell said at last.
“And we have got the surplus to fight him with,” replied Henderson.
“That's so,” and Uncle Jerry chuckled to himself. “The rats that are on the inside of the crib are a good deal better off than the rats on the outside.”
“The reporter of The Planet wants five minutes,” announced the secretary, opening the door. Henderson told him to let him in.
The reporter was a spruce young gentleman, in a loud summer suit, with a rose in his button-hole, and the air of assurance which befits the commissioner of the public curiosity.
“I am sent by The Planet,” said the young man, “to show you this and ask you if you have anything to say to it.”
“What is it?” asked Henderson.
“It's about the A. and B.”
“Very well. There is the president, Mr. Hollowell. Show it to him.”