"Just go up in the gallery and see how B. & H. is climbing up, Fred," he said to him.
"How much has it gone up, Bob?" Fred asked him.
"Five points, and that means $100 for us," Bob replied.
"Whew!" and Fred whistled.
Bob dashed into the Exchange by way of the side entrance on New street and disappeared from view.
"Guess I'll go up in the gallery and look on a while," Fred said to himself. "Here, Mugsey, you can have my papers," and he turned over about one dozen papers to an ugly little newsboy whom the others called Mugsey.
The little fellow was astonished.
"Do yer give 'em ter me, Fred?" he asked before taking them.
"Yes. I'm done for the day."
Fred found quite a crowd of people up in the gallery, and among them a party of ladies from out of town. They were sightseeing. But there was nothing new to him up there. He wanted to see Broker Manson and watch the rise of B. & H. stock. It took him some time to find Manson in the moving mass of yelling brokers on the floor below. But he finally found him, and for half an hour never took his eyes off of him. He heard him offering fifty-three and finally fifty-four for B. & H. It has thus gone up seven points since the day before.