"Fifty-one per cent, Doc!"
"My invariable terms. The responsibility and the control must be mine. I don't ask fifty-two per cent, or fifty-three per cent. I ask only protection. Take it or leave it."
Skippy gazed at Snorky, who pondered a long while, but Macnooder's professional manner sunk deep into their imaginations.
"You don't trust us!" said Skippy sorrowfully.
"Business is business!" said Doc, pointing to the documents he had signed. "Did you trust me?"
"I sort of expected we'd all go cahoots," said Skippy reluctantly.
"Fifty-one per cent, gentlemen, or good day," said Macnooder pompously.
"Take it," said Snorky.
Skippy drew a long breath. It had been a day of disillusions. What millions had slipped away! Truly the lot of the inventor was hard!
"Well?" said Macnooder, rising and shooting his cuffs. "Is it or is it not?"