Together they entered the administration building.

Five minutes later, Herzog, their servile experimenter, stood bowing and cringing before them.
"Got it, Herzog ?" demanded Flint, while Waldron lighted still another of those costly cigars--each one worth a good mechanic's daily wage.
"Yes, sir, I believe so, sir," the scientist replied, depreciatingly.
"That is, at least, on a small scale.

Two weeks was the time you allowed me, sir, but--" "I know.

You've done it in eleven days," interrupted, the Billionaire.
"Very well.

I knew you could.