“Well, you see, when I went out to eat I stopped in at the bank and told them to close the deal the moment the stock touched my figure. That puts it up to them, in a way, and of course they notified their broker to that effect. I guess I’m safe enough now.”
“Oh, Jack, I’m so happy!” was all she could say.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A LUCKY DEAL.
On the following afternoon Jack Hazard met his chum, as usual, at the corner of Wall Street and Broadway, and the two boys started homeward.
“I believe I owe you something like a hundred dollars,” casually remarked Jack, putting his hand in his pocket and fishing up a roll of bills.
“You owe me what?” exclaimed the astonished Ed.
“One hundred dollars,” replied the young messenger, tersely, “and here it is.”
He held out the bills.
“Oh, come off!” grinned Potter, with an envious glance at the wad.