Now, many boys wouldn’t have given the matter a second thought, or if they had, wouldn’t have had the gumption to consider how they might avail themselves of the knowledge that every broker in the district would have given his head, so to speak, to have an inkling of.
But Jack Hazard was smarter than a steel trap.
Corners and such things were familiar terms to him.
He hadn’t burnt his fingers in the market as yet.
He was a deal too cautious for that.
But all the same, the fever had been working in his blood, and there was no telling when it would break out.
He had his own idea about investing in stocks, and had figured the thing out until his brain sometimes got weary over the work.
Practically he was standing on the brink, like a timid bather on the seashore, tempted by the sight of the water, but hesitating to make the first plunge.
And now, like a sudden inspiration, he believed he saw his way to a good thing.
And it was a good thing, if he only worked it right.