"I am afraid of that man. He looks at me sometimes as though he wanted to kill me."
"He is bad enough to do it," Bob said. "He hates me like poison, and would poison me if he could."
"I believe he paid Mr. Bowles to discharge me."
"Why, what good would that do him?"
"He thinks I'll go back to his office if I can't get a place anywhere else."
"Well, if you can't get a place, you can have deskroom with us and do chance work. You must not go back to him," and Bob was very earnest in his way as he spoke.
Bob saw her to her home and then hastened to his own humble domicile. When he got there he found the sidewalk in front of the tenement piled up with furniture. Two families were being ejected for non-payment of rent–$9 each. The landlord was there directing the officers. Bob looked on for a few minutes, and then quietly handed a ten-dollar bill to each of the two mothers, saying:
"Go across the street and get rooms. You can get 'em for $8 over there."
They both sprang up and showered blessings on his head and curses at the landlord.
One day a week later Bob received a tip from Gertie Clayton that Rock Island shares were going to be cornered. Bob saw Fred about it and they watched Rock Island. Pretty soon they saw it advance. Then Fred ordered 15,000 shares bought for the firm. The next day a man called and asked them to lend him $10,000 on a good stock worth double that amount. Fred asked to see the stock. It was K. & T. Fred took the stock to Mr. Allison for his advice, and the bookkeeper denounced the stock as a clever forgery. When the man heard that he made a snatch for the paper, missed it, and then made a break for the door. Fred darted across his path and upset him near the door. He fell heavily, striking the plate glass and shattering it.