“That settles it,” thought the boy. “He’s crazy, sure.”
“Why don’t you sell them to somebody that’s got the money to pay for them. You look as if you needed the cash,” said Jack, aloud.
“Nobody will buy them,” replied Tuggs, sadly.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
“They can’t have a market value, then.”
“The company says they’re worth ten cents a share. I paid three cents for them more than a year ago.”
“Perhaps the company’ll buy them in, then,” suggested Jack.
“I don’t know. Their office is in Denver.”
“Why don’t you write to the company?”