The dyspeptic financier was already reaching for his hat and coat.
II
"I want all you gentlemen to feel," said John Rawn calmly, "that there's a chance to lay down right here, if your feet are getting cold. Better quit now than later on. I won't work with men who haven't got heart in this thing. If any of you are scared, let me know. I couldn't take over all your stock myself, of course, but if you want to let go, I believe I can swing another company organization."
They looked at him silently, here and there a gray head shaking in negation. Rawn's eye lighted.
"That's the idea!" said he; "we'll all sit tight."
He turned to catch the eye of the late director, who was now passing toward the door. "I'm going," said the latter importantly.
"And good riddance!" said John Rawn calmly.
"I'll take care of you for that, one of these days, Mr. Rawn!"
"Why not now?"
"You'll see what I'll do to you in the market!"