"How about Manson?"
"Oh, we got a good lot off him, but I was once in his employ."
"Well, I'm glad you haven't got mine hung up," and he went out, laughing heartily.
In an hour the whole Street had the news, and scores of brokers came by to look in at the two boys. They were all amused, for they laughed and joked each other about it.
Half an hour later a wave of jolly laughter went through the Street as the fleece story was told. Bryant was guyed till he had to shut himself up in his office and refuse to see any one. Manson came in and whispered to Bob to drop that Bryant's fleece business, adding:
"He has a host of friends in Wall Street, and it will hurt your business to make an enemy of him."
"He is already my enemy," Bob replied, "and had me discharged from your employ. I will never let up on him as long as I live."
Just before business closed Bryant rushed into the office and said:
"I want to see the bunch of wool you have here with my name on it."
"Here it is," said Bob, opening the door of the private office and pointing to the wool hanging against the wall.