Part 11 (1/2)
As he listened, he heard the latest stock market quotations given out, among them being the last minute prices of some shares he happened to be interested in. He slapped his knee enthusiastically, and when the last quotations had been given, he s.n.a.t.c.hed off the headset and leaped to his feet.
”I'm converted!” he fairly shouted. ”I'll buy this outfit right as it stands for almost any price you fellows want to put on it. What will you sell it for?”
The boys were taken aback by this unexpected offer, and all looked at Bob expectantly.
”Why, we hadn't even thought of selling the set,” he said slowly. ”We wouldn't sell it right now, at any price, I think. But when we leave here to go back home, I suppose we might let you have it. How about it, fellows?”
After some argument they agreed to this, but Mr. Robins was so determined to have the set that he would not be put off.
”Now look here,” he said. ”I'm a business man, and I'll make you a business proposition. I'll buy that outfit right now, before I leave this room, at your own figure. But you fellows can keep it here and have the use of it just the same as you have now, only it will be understood that I'll have the privilege of coming over here once a day in time to hear those market reports. At the same time you can teach me something about operating the thing. How does that strike you?” and he threw himself back in his chair and waited for his answer.
”We'll have to talk over that offer for a little while,” said Bob.
”Give us ten minutes or so, and we'll give you an answer.”
”That's all right,” replied Mr. Robins. ”While I'm waiting I'll just put on those ear pieces again and see what's doing.”
The radio boys left the room and held an excited conference downstairs. After some discussion they agreed to sell their set, as long as they could have the use of it during their stay at the resort, but the matter of price proved to be a knotty problem. Bob produced pencil and paper, and they figured the actual cost of the set to themselves, and then what the same set would have cost if bought ready made in a retail store.
”The actual material in that set didn't cost us much over forty dollars, but we put a whole lot of time and experience into it,” said Bob, ”It would cost him close to a hundred to get as good a one in a store.”
”It's a mighty good set, too,” said Joe, a note of regret in his voice. ”We might make another as near like it as possible, and not get nearly as good results.”
”Oh, don't worry. We're some radio builders by this time,” Herb reminded him. ”Besides, that isn't the only set we've got.”
”Let's ask him eighty dollars,” ventured Jimmy. ”He'll be getting it cheaper then than he could buy it retail, and we'll be picking up a nice piece of change.”
”I think that ought to be about the right figure,” agreed Bob. ”Does that suit this board of directors? Eighty hard, round iron men?”
The others grinned a.s.sent, and they returned to the room where the older men were still seated about the radio set.
”Well, what's the verdict?” inquired Mr. Robins, glancing keenly from one to the other.
”We've decided to sell,” replied Bob. ”The price will be eighty dollars.”
Without a word Mr. Robins produced a roll of greenbacks, and counted off the specified amount in crisp bills.
”You'll want a receipt, won't you, Robins?” inquired Mr. Layton.
”Not necessary,” replied the other. ”I've got a hunch that your son and his friends are on the level and won't try to cheat an old fellow like me. I'll have to be going now, but I'll be around about the same time tomorrow morning to get the stock quotations. Coming, Blackford?”
CHAPTER XI
A MOUNTAIN RADIO STATION
Left to themselves, the boys looked at one another.
”That's what I call quick work,” remarked Joe. ”I hate to let the old set go, but they say you should never mix sentiment with business.”
”Maybe this will lessen your grief,” said Bob. ”Eighty divided by four makes twenty, or at least that's what they always taught us in school.