“I wanted to surprise you.”
“I guess you have.”
“I mean by winning a little stake for you.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Ed.
“I bought seven hundred shares of D. & G. at sixty-three, on the usual ten-per-cent margin, at the rate of about twenty-five dollars for every four shares. I held on to the stock till the shares reached ninety-two, when I got out from under, giving me a profit of twenty-nine dollars per share. Your four shares figure up, less commissions, about one hundred dollars. There it is. Don’t handle it so gingerly; it’s good money. I got it from the Citizens’ Bank.”
“Jack Hazard, you’re a gentleman. But I don’t think I ought to take it,” said Ed, hesitatingly.
“Why not?”
“It’s just like robbing you.”
“Nonsense! I’ve cleaned up twenty thousand dollars by the deal, so I guess I can afford to let you in for a measly little hundred.”
“Twenty thousand dollars!” gasped Potter, in amazement.