I heard a confused roar, above which rose the fierce tones of Doddridge Knapp.
“How many shares has he got to-day?” I asked.
“Not forty yet.”
“And the others?”
“There's been about two thousand sold.”
I gripped the rail in nervous tension. The battle seemed to be going against the King of the Street.
“Oh!” gasped Wallbridge, trembling with excitement. “Did you hear that? There! It's seventeen hundred—now it's seventeen-fifty! Whew!”
I echoed the exclamation.
“Oh, why haven't I got ten thousand shares?” he groaned.
“Who is getting them?”