ticeable that the older man had the greater amount of poise though his mind was filled with this darkness of uncertainty.
They walked rapidly into the administration wing of the plant, and up the broad staircase to the glass-walled room which held the president's office in these more ambitious days, and to a new quartered-oak desk of mammoth proportions where Milton Morris liked to sit with blueprints and drawings before and about him. Before this oaken plateau both men drew up: chairs.
"They want you and the other stockholders to sell me shares enough to make fifty-one per cent. so I will have majority control, before they'll make the loan," blurted George.
Milton Morris straightened his shoulders. "Is that all?" he laughed. "Shucks, I've stood ready to do that since the first year's business. It's you that's making us all rich, George."
But young Judson looked almost shocked that his associate and senior should consent thus readily to the treason, and even appear to glory in it.
"But they want to change the name around too," he further specified. "They want to make it Judson-Morris."
"They do, eh?" and old Milton frowned a bit grimly, while he considered. "Well, let them! That's fair enough. You're the big man
