'Everybody's buying it.'
'Rather! You're a hit, son!'
'Oh, I don't know's I'd say that.'
'Rats! You're a knockout. Never been anything like it. Two months of it and they'd be throwing your name around in Union Square, N.Y. If we only had the two months.' He sighed.
'Why!' Henry, all nerves, caught his expression. 'What's the matter?'
'We're-out of paper.'
'You mean to print on?'
A nod. 'And we're out of money to buy more.'
'But with this big sale—'
'Costing four 'n' one-half times what we take in.'