They sat silently in the office for the next five minutes, while Lamb slowly appreciated the position they were in. If J. Rufus should “lay down on them” before the covering machine was perfected, they were in a bad case. They had already spent over twenty thousand dollars in equipping their office, their machine shop, and perfecting their stamping machine, and time was flying.
“You might sell a little of your stock,” suggested Lamb.
“We have an agreement between us to hold control.”
“But you can still sell a little of yours, and stay within that amount. I’m not selling any of mine.”
Mr. Wallingford drew from his pocket a hundred-share stock certificate.
“I have already sold some. Make out fifty shares of this to L. W. Ramsay, twenty-five to E. H. Wyman, and the other twenty-five to C
