"Didn't you hear Henny say them tools come in sets?" he snorted. "I'd look pretty, wouldn't I, Mister, screwin' a loose nut with one third of a screwdriver? And Henny'd go to town measurin' rivet-precision with one ninth of a caliper!"
Old MacDonald guffawed loudly.
"I'm afeared he's gawt ye there, Grimper. Hank, ha' ye any idee whut to do?"
Cleaver had been scratching his cranium; now he said thoughtfully, "We-e-ell, mebbe I have, Mr. Mac. Joe, c'n you borry another set o' them tools from Supplies?"
Gorman said swiftly, "I can, but I won't. I want my full share of the order, Hank. I don't want no debit against my department in Supplies—"
"There won't be. But let's suppose, f'r the moment, you have borryed a set. Now how many sets would you have?"
"Why—why, eighteen, of course."
"Sure. Now, Mike, you git half o' them sets. Nine, right? An' Joe, you git one third, or six; satisfied? Bill, your department gits one ninth o' the order—or two complete sets. Okay? Well, boys, there you are. Evabuddy happy?"
"Everybody but me!" stormed Joe Gorman. "I've got a set of tools charged against me in Supplies! That idea's all right for these lugs, maybe, but I got my rights! I—"
"Now, take it easy," soothed Hank. "Two an' six an' nine is oney seventeen, Joe. They's still one set left over. So now you can return that one to Supplies!"