“We’d better get in and send him where he belongs—to the asylum,” said Palmer with a menacing toss of the head.
Then Palmer and Carrington took a hand, and the excitement grew to fever heat.
In spite of it all, Jack Fox, calm and serene amid the babel and confusion, stood firm, and welcomed all selling orders as he would a much-loved relative.
Around and around the pit went the question: Who is Fox buying for?
Nobody could guess.
Suddenly there dawned the suspicion that Jared Whitemore was still in the fight.
It must be so.
Who else could be loading up in the face of such adverse conditions?
But the most astonished of all men were Jarboe and Willicutt as the telephone conveyed the astounding intelligence to their offices.
Already their representatives had, according to orders, sold a million bushels of grain they did not own, but hoped to be able to get later on at a low rate. Jack Fox was the buyer of this lot.