“One thousand?”
“Yes, a thousand shares, at fifty-five.”
“Fifty-five dollars?”
“Yes.”
“Why, that will make fifty-five thousand dollars,” ejaculated Grant, in wonder.
“Yes, that is one of the orders I brought over just now.”
“A man must have a great deal of capital to carry on this business, if that is only an item of a single day's business.”
“Yes, but not so much as you may imagine. I can't explain now, but you'll understand better as you go on. Now we'll go back and see if there's anything to do in the office.”
Not long afterward Harry had to come back to the Exchange again, and Grant came with him. He found something new to surprise him.
A tall man of dignified presence was walking across the floor, when a fellow member with a sly stroke sent his tall hat spinning across the floor. When the victim turned the mischief-maker was intent upon his memorandum book, and the tall man's suspicions fell upon a short, stout young man beside him. With a vigorous sweep he knocked the young man's hat off, saying, “It's a poor rule that don't work both ways.”