"Do you mean that, Mr. Heinzman?"

"Sure. Ve must haf some security, but ve do not vish to be too hard
on you boys."

"Now, I call that a mighty good way out!" cried Orde.

"Make your contract out according to these terms, then," said
Heinzman, handing him a paper, "and bring it in Monday."

Orde glanced over the slip. It recited two and a quarter as the
agreed price; specified the date of delivery at Heinzman and
Proctor's booms; named twenty-five thousand dollars as the amount of
the bond, to be secured by fifty thousand dollars' worth of stock in
the new company. This looked satisfactery. Orde arose.

"I'm much obliged to you, Mr. Heinzman," said he. "I'll bring it
around Monday."

He had reached the gate to the grill before Heinzman called him
back.

"By the vay," the little German beamed up at him, swinging his fat
legs as the office-chair tipped back on its springs, "if it is to be
a stock company, you vill be selling some of the stock to raise
money, is it not so?"

"Yes," agreed Orde, "I expect so."

"How much vill you capitalise for?"