The Tennessee Shad looked very thoughtful.
At this moment the Gutter Pup and P. Lentz, representing the profit-sharing stockholders, called to know when the surplus was to be divided.
"Macnooder is now at work on the books," said Dink. "We expect him over at any time."
But when at eight o'clock that evening no word had been received from the president, the Third Triumvirate held a meeting and sent the Tennessee Shad over to the Dickinson, with orders to return only with the bullion, for which purpose he was equipped with a small, black satchel.
Just before lights the Tennessee Shad's dragging step was heard returning.
"I don't like the sound," said Dink, listening.
"He always shuffles his feet," said Dennis, clinging to hope.
The door opened and the Tennessee Shad, carrying the black satchel, solemnly entered. Dink flung himself on the bag, wrenched it open and let it drop, exclaiming:
"Nothing!"
"Nothing?" said Dennis, rising.