"Not at your command I won't."
"Well, I'll see about it," and he turned and went out.
Fred and those in the main office were not aware of what had been going on between Bob and Bryant in the private office.
"What did he say, Bob?" Fred asked.
Bob told him what had passed between the broker and himself, adding:
"He is the maddest man on earth. I am getting even with him, and am going to run that fleece business till some court tells me to stop it."
"By George," exclaimed Fred, "if he goes to law about it we'll be the best advertised firm in the Street."
"That's so," remarked Allison, his broad face wreathed in smiles. "He is a strong man–has many friends; but Wall Street brokers are always ready to shear each other."
"Of course they are. Business knows no friendship. It is merciless in its operations."
Allison looked at him in no little surprise. Such a hard, cynical view of business coming from one so young almost startled him.