Lee faced them both. “Good?” he cried. “Good? Arthur Carroll good? Why, I'd be willing to risk every dollar I have in the world, or ever hope to have. He's the smartest business man I ever saw in my life. I tell you he's A No. 1. He's got a business head equal to any on the Street, I don't care who it is. Well, all I have to say, I am not afraid of him! No, sir!”
“I heard he had some pretty promising stock to sell,” said the postmaster.
“Promising? No, it is not promising! Promising is not the word for it. It is sure, dead sure.”
Little Willy Eddy drew very near.
“What is it selling at?” asked Ray.
“One dollar and sixty cents,” replied Lee, with an intonation of pride and triumph.
“Cheap enough,” said Ray.
“Yes, sir, one dollar and sixty cents, and it will be up to five in six months and paying dividends, and up to fifty, with ten-per-cent. dividends, in a year and a half.”
Little Willy Eddy had in the savings-bank a little money. Before he left he had arranged with Henry Lee to invest it through his influence with the great man, Carroll, and say nothing about it to any one outside. Willy hoped fondly that his Minna might know nothing about it until he should surprise her with the proceeds of his great venture. Then Willy Eddy marched boldly upon the soda-fountain.
“Give me a chocolate ice-cream soda,” he said, like a man.