"Well, I am surprised," was all he could say.
"What shall I say to her when I see her or write to her?" Callie asked him.
"Tell her what you please."
They left the little restaurant together and did not meet again till the same hour the next day. Then Pacific Mail was going at 66 and the brokers were again in a furor. Coming so soon after the panic caused by the corner in B. & H. shares, it caused a general interest throughout the city.
"I wrote to Miss Gaines yesterday," Callie said to him, "and told her that you–Fred Halsey–was the one who had saved her uncle's life in the Stock Exchange, and you may expect a sweet-scented note of thanks from her at any moment."
On returning home from lunch Fred found the excitement in the Exchange greater than ever, the shares had bounded up to 72. He went to the office and found Tracey out.
"He is around at the Exchange," the head bookkeeper said to him. "Go and report to him at once."
Tracey was howling like the rest of them when Fred touched him on the arm and said:
"I am ready for duty, sir."
"Ah! Find Manson and bring him to me–quick!"