"Come on," said Drake, with a mischievous twinkle, "the information's worth something."
This last decided Borneman. He nodded to Haggerdy.
"My check to-morrow if you win. What exactly have I figured your game to be?"
"You've figured out that I am long to the guzzle in the market and that I'm putting up a bluff at running down values to get you fellows to run stocks up on me while I unload. Credit that thousand to my account. I'm going to use it!"
Haggerdy smiled grimly and handed over the bill, while Borneman, completely perplexed, stood staring at the manipulator like a startled child.
"Al, don't buck up against me," said Drake, serious all at once. "Of course you will, but remember I warned you. Let bygones be bygones or trim some other fellow."
"I don't forget as easy as that," said Borneman sullenly.
"Great mistake," said Drake, with a mocking smile. "You let your personal feelings get into your business—bad, very bad. You ought to be like Haggerdy and me—no friends and no enemies. Well, Al, you will have a crack at me, I know. If you've figured it out, you've got me. I may have told you the truth. It's all very simple—either you're right or you're wrong. Flip up a coin."
Borneman went off mumbling. Haggerdy loitered, ostensibly to shake hands.
"Drake, you and I ought to do something together," he said slowly, with his cold, lantern stare.