"What is it?"
"Corner in B. & H."
Fred had been selling papers in Wall Street long enough to be familiar with all the terms used by brokers and bankers. He knew all about "puts" and "calls," "bulls" and "bears," and had read eagerly the stories of fortunes won or lost in the mad whirl of speculation down there.
"Sure you could make it, Bob?" he finally asked of the messenger boy.
"Of course I am. I've seen it done many a time. When three or four big brokers club together to boom a stock it booms, and then the lambs lose their fleece."
"But wouldn't you be a lamb and lose your fleece, too?"
"No. I wouldn't buy when it had boomed. I'd buy before and sell when it went up."
They entered the telegraph office, and Bob sent off the message he had brought, after which they went out on the street again.
"What's B. & H. going at now?" Fred asked.
"It's going at forty-seven. It will be up to fifty to-morrow when the Stock Exchange closes."