Marty squirmed in his chair.
"Joe," he burst out, "how the devil is the printery going to run without you?"
Their eyes met, and Joe laughed.
"Will it be worth twenty-five thousand dollars when it's rebuilt and business booming again?" he asked, shrewdly.
"More than that!" said Marty Briggs.
"Then," said Joe, "I want you to take it."
"Me?" Marty was stunned.
"You can do it easily. I'll take a mortgage and you pay it off two thousand a year and five per cent. interest. That will still leave you a tidy profit."
"Me?" Then Marty laughed loud. "Listen, my ears! Did you hear that?"
"Think it over!" snapped Joe. "Now come along."