“Yes, and I think we've got 'em down. We've issued some more stock.” He leaned on the table and spoke in a confidential tone. “And I reckon Porter'll be doing a hornpipe when he finds it out.”
“Who took it?” asked Harvey.
“Spencer, Myers, and I. The books haven't been closed, you know.”
Harvey blew out a thin cloud of smoke, and looked at it meditatively.
“Nine thousand shares,” continued Jim, “If there's anything he can do now, he's welcome to try.”
“Do you think he will try?”
“Oh, yes, he'll come at us with something or other. But he can't do a thing.”
There was a long silence, then Harvey said,—
“You didn't pay cash for the stock?”
“Ten per cent,” Jim replied.