"Hello, Sol!" Abe cried. "You look like you sold a big bill of goods."
"I hope I look better than that, Abe," Sol replied. "I make it more on that Interstate Copper in two days what I could make it on ten big bills of goods. That's a great property, Abe."
"I think Mr. Klinger will have reason to congratulate himself still more by to-morrow, Mr. Potash," Fiedler broke in. "Interstate Copper is a stock with an immediate future."
"You bet," Sol agreed. "I'm going to hold on to mine. It'll go up to five inside of a week."
The young man from the rear of the room took the two rows of chairs at a jump.
"Fiedler," he said, "I'm going to cover right away. Buy me a thousand Interstate at the market."
Sol nudged Abe, and after the young man and Fiedler had disappeared into the latter's private office Sol imparted in hoarse whispers to Abe that the young man was reported to have information from the ground-floor crowd about Interstate Copper.
"Well, if that's so," Abe replied, "why does he lose money on it?"
"Because," Sol explained, "he's got an idee that if you act just contrariwise to the inside information what you get it, why then you come out right."
Abe shook his head hopelessly.