He's the sort of man who
gets results; practical, you know; knows mining to a T. Only he shies
at our financial method. And if he began any foolish litigation, or
silly rumors got started about trouble among the company officers, it's
bound to hurt the stock. It's all right, I assure you. We're not
foisting a wildcat on the market. We've got the goods. Bill admits
that. It's the regular method, not only legitimate, but good finance.
Every dollar's worth of stock sold has the value behind it.
Distributes the risk a little more, that's all, and gives the company a
fund to operate successfully.
"If Bill mentions it, you might suggest that he look into the matter a
little more fully before he takes any definite action," Brooks
concluded, rising. "I must get down to the office. It's his own
interests I'm thinking of, as much as my own. Of course, he couldn't
block a reorganization--but we want to satisfy him in every particular,
and, at the same time, carry out these plans. It's a big thing for all
of us. A big thing, I assure you."
He rolled away in his car, and Hazel watched him from the window, a
trifle puzzled. She recalled Bill's remark at luncheon.
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