For an hour more Delavan, with his two motor boat boys and a few operators who preferred to remain near the great figure in this battle, remained in the gallery.
Then, with an easy, good-humored smile, the “Rocket’s” owner turned to Halstead with:
“I’m afraid, lad, I didn’t enjoy my breakfast this morning as much as I ought to have done. Let us three go out and find something good to eat.”
“Can you feel like eating now?” asked Halstead, in astonishment.
“Why, yes, Captain. Can’t you?”
“But I haven’t any money at stake down there,” replied Halstead, nodding toward the floor.
“Yes, you have. If I’m wiped out to-day I don’t know how I’m even to pay my motor boat crew. So, you see, you certainly have some money at stake, just as I have.”
“But my few dollars don’t amount to anything,” protested the young skipper, smiling.
“If I manage to come out on top of the heap, your ‘few dollars,’ as you call them, may prove to be quite a good many. However, come along to eat. It will serve to kill time, at least.”
So the trio left the Stock Exchange building. Mr. Coggswell couldn’t go, as he must be on hand to manage the details of the fight.