He looked about among the brokers, but failed to find him. Meeting Bob, he told him Tracey wanted to see Manson.
"He is in his office," Bob replied.
"I'll go after him then," and he darted out of the side door of the Exchange and hurried around to Manson's office.
"Mr. Manson," he said, "Mr. Tracey told me to bring you to him at once."
"When did he tell you?"
"Just two minutes ago in the Stock Exchange."
Manson arose, put on his hat and went out. Fred followed him, and both were soon in the midst of the frantic mob of brokers again. Bryant was the coolest man in the whole crowd. He knew what he was there for and kept taking all the shares that were offered him. Fred saw Manson and Tracey meet and go under the gallery for a few moments' consultation. He kept an eye on them, for he was not sure of their connection with the P. M. combine. By and by they went out and he followed. In the crowd on the street he lost sight of them. Then he went back to the office and told the head clerk.
"Wait here and see if he returns," said the clerk, and he did so.
The broker came back a few minutes before the Exchange closed and sent Fred to the bank with a big check to deposit. After depositing the check he turned to look into the president's room. Barron was out, but he saw through the glass door that Callie was idle. She caught his eye and came out to speak to him.
"Any news?" he asked.