He had the nerve of the oldest and most successful operator on the Street.
“It’s ninety-two or bust,” he said to her the last time.
“But, Jack, it seems to be standing still to-day.”
“Only resting to catch its breath for a fresh effort,” grinned the reckless messenger.
Millie threw up her hands with a little gesture of despair, whereat Jack laughed and walked off.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE GOPHER MINING COMPANY TURNS UP A TRUMP.
“This is my lucky day,” said Jack to Millie next morning as he stood in front of her desk while she was taking the japanned case off her machine.
“What—Friday?”
“Yep.”