"I'm going that way, too," and he went along with Bob Newcombe, a messenger boy in Broker Manson's office, who was his chum and friend, and about the same age as himself.
"Sold all your papers?" Bob asked.
"Yes, all I am going to sell to-day,"
"Made enough to stop on, eh?"
"Yes."
Bob laughed and remarked:
"If I had a hundred dollars I could make three hundred in a week."
Fred started.
"How?" he asked.
"Big deal going on in the Stock Exchange. Heard 'em fixing it up in the office this morning."