"Sure—ten per cent."
"No more," said Dennis. "Even that cuts down our profits."
"All right," said the Tennessee Shad. "As you say, so be it. But still I think Doc Macnooder's business sagacity——"
At this moment Doc Macnooder walked into the room. The three future millionaires responded to his greeting with dignity, keeping in mind that distance which should separate a board of directors from a mere traveling man.
"Hello," said Macnooder glibly. "All ship-shape and ready for action. Tea served here and chafing-dish ready for the midnight rabbit. Ha, ha, Dink, still got the souvenir toilet set, I see."
"Still, but not long," said Dink. "But that story comes later. Sit down, Doc, and pay attention."
"Why so much chestiness?" said Doc, puzzled. "I haven't sold anything to any of you, have I?"
"Doc," said Stover, "we have formed a company and we want to talk business."
"What company?"
"The Third Triumvirate Manufacturing Company," said Dennis.