"In that event," answered Ryanne sadly, "the stock reverts to the general fund."
George lay back in his chair and let go his laughter. "You are mighty good company, Mr. Ryanne."
"Well, well; we'll say nothing more about it. But a moment gone you spoke as if you were game for an exploit."
"I still am. But if I knew the adventure was prearranged, as you say, and I was up against a wall, there would be the inclination to cable the firm for more instructions."
Ryanne himself laughed this time. "That's a good idea. I don't believe the company ever thought of such a contingency. But I repeat, our business is to give you the kick-off. After that you have to fight for your own downs."
"The stock isn't listed?" again laughing.
"Scarcely. One man tells another, as I tell you, and so on."
"You send me the prospectus. I'm rather curious to have a look at it."
"I certainly shall do so," replied Ryanne, with gravity unassumed. "Ah! Here come Mrs. Chedsoye and her daughter. If you don't mind, I'll make myself scarce. I do not care to see them just now, after your having told them about the stolen Yhiordes."
"I'm sorry," said George, rising eagerly.