Clyde rose hastily, and his voice was shaking with excitement as he stammered:
"See here, Boyd, you're to blame for this trouble, and now you either get us out of it or buy my stock."
"You know that I can't buy your stock."
"Then I'll sell wherever I can. I've been stung, and I want my money.
Only remember, I offered the stock to you first."
"You've got a swell chance to make a turn in Kalvik," said Fraser. "Why don't you take it to Marsh?"
"I will!" declared Alton.
"You wouldn't do a trick like that?" Emerson questioned, quickly.
"Why not? You won't listen to my advice. You're playing with other people's money, and it doesn't matter, to you whether you win or lose. If this enterprise fails, I suppose you can promote another."
"Get out!" Boyd ordered, in such a tone that the speaker obeyed with ludicrous haste.
"Fingerless" Fraser broke the silence that fell upon the young man's exit.