“Stand?” echoes Claude.
“Yes; what have the profits, imaginary of course, been?”
“H’m! Well, I was figuring up this evening, and if I’m lucky to-morrow——”
“Yes.”
“And win that cool million——”
“We’ll take that for granted, my dear boy.”
“And no beggar of a broker goes back on his contract, I’ll be just thirteen dollars ahead of the game.”
CHAPTER II.
HOW SAMSON CEREAL STOLE A BRIDE IN TURKEY.
Craig turns and looks squarely in the face of his companion. His Canadian sense of humor does not grasp the situation as readily as would have been the case with an American, but gradually a smile creeps over his countenance.