Petroleum industry and trade -- Texas -- Fiction; Texas -- History -- 20th century -- Fiction
"It wouldn't hurt your reputation to bring in a wet well for a change,
would it?" Both partners agreed that it would not. "I'll buy this
twenty-acre lease, and you can promote a company to drill ten of it,
Stoner says it's a one-to-three shot."
McWade blazed with enthusiasm at the suggestion. "Take a piece of the
stock yourself, Mr. Gray, and we'll put it over in a day. With your
name at the top of the list it will bally-hoo itself."
"Not a share. Your amiable proposition brings me directly to another
point which has a bearing upon our main campaign. Law is a dry subject,
but I must bore you with a brief dissertation upon a provision of one
statute which has doubtless escaped your notice. It has escaped the
notice of most people, even of Henry Nelson, I believe. You realize
that all but a few Texas oil companies are not organized as
corporations, but as joint stock associations--in effect declarations
of trust."
"We oughta know it," Stoner said. "It saves paying a big corporation
tax and lets you sell all the full-paid, nonassessable stock you want
to issue, regardless of what the property is worth. Oh, we got wise to
that, _muy pronto!_ Why, these here Texas laws are the bunk! Them
fellows at Austin, if they had their way, would make it impossible to
promote a legitimate enterprise--on a paying basis. They'd make you
turn in cash or property the equivocal thereto every time you
organized. Wouldn't that be sweet? This joint-stock arrangement is the
only way to beat the game. It's a shrewd device, and my hat's off to
the guy that invented it."
"Very true. Very well expressed. But in the statute governing the
procedure there is wrapped up a bundle of bad news, for it is provided
that any officer or stockholder may become personally liable for the
entire debt of the association. There is going to be a lot of sleep
lost over that fact when the truth becomes known."
"You mean if I got stock in a company that's blowed up, and I'm living
in Oshkosh, all pretty, that I can be hooked for the debts some crook
runs up here in Texas?"
"Precisely."
This intelligence brought no consternation to the partners; on the
contrary, McWade, the optimist, grinned widely. "Goes to show you we
have been playing the game along safe and legitimate lines," said he.
"We don't own a share in any of our own enterprises, and if we have to
pick up a few now and then to boost the market, we drop them again as
if they were hot. It's a pretty thought, though. Why, I can see years
of activity ahead of Brick and me, buying up the debts of defunct oil
companies and collecting in full from prosperous strangers hither and
yon. For Heaven's sake, don't let it get out!"
"I won't, at least until after I have accumulated a number of potential
judgments against Henry Nelson. He has had his share of cats and dogs,
of course, and some day I hope to lead them back to his doorstep. If
they return at the right moment, they may prove an embarrassment. Who
knows?"
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