“I shouldn’t want to do that, Jack,” laughed the broker.
“And I don’t propose to give you the chance to do it,” grinned the boy.
“You’re a case, young man. Drop in and see me in a day or two.”
“All right, sir.” And Jack took his leave, feeling that at last he was getting to be of some importance in the Street.
CHAPTER XI.
THE GREATEST SCARE OF HIS LIFE.
When the Exchange closed that afternoon L. S. was quoted at 36⅛.
It opened at the same figure on the following morning, and when business was over for the day Jack’s eager eyes noticed that it had advanced only one-half a point.
Next day it opened at 37, and during the morning the young speculator managed to drop in on Oliver Bird.
“Come inside,” said his friend, the broker. “I want to see you.”