The Jasper news., 1907-07-25
CHAPTER Il.--continued.

morning would have believed that the
calm, set face on that erect Indian
figure, occupying the very center of
that horde of gamblers who were only
awaiting the ringing clang of the gong
to hurl themselves like madmen at
each other, was the hysterical man
who the night before was wildly pray
ing for this moment. Nearly every
man in that crowd was calm, but Bob
Brownley was the calmest Of them all.
It's the exchange code that at any cost
of heart or nerve-tear man must re-
tain good form until the gong strikes.
Then, that he must be as near the un-
Gagged tiger as human mind and body
can be made. Only l realized what
volcano ragged inside my chum's bosom.
il any other man of the crowd had
known, Bob's chances of success would
have been on par with Canadian
canoeist short-cutting Niagara for Buf.
falo. Nine-tenths of the stock ex-
change game is not letting your left
brain lobe know what race your right
is in until the winning numbers and
the also-rans are on the board. If one
of those 300 chain-lightning thinkers
or any of their 10000 alert associates
knew in advance the intentions Of
fellow broker the word would sweep
through that crowd with the sureness
of uncorked ether, and the other 299,
at gong strike, would be at each 9TH
ers' throats for his vitals, and before
he knew the game had started would
have his bones picked to a vulture-
, finish cleanness.
Suddenly, as l watched the scene,
there rang through the great hall the
first sharp stroke of the gong. There
were no echoes heard that morning.
The metallic voice was yet shaping Its
command to "at 'em, you fiends" when
from 800 throats burst the wild sound
of the stock exchange yell. No other
sound in any of the open or hidden
places of all nature duplicates the
yell of a great stock exchange at an
exciting opening. 1t not only fills and
refills space, for the volume is terrific,
but it has an individuality all its own,
coming from the incisive "take-mine-
Ive-got yours" from the aggressive,
almost arrogant 'you-cant-you-won'
have-your-way," the confident "by-
ter into the whole, as they blend with
the shrill scream Of triumph and the
die-away note of disappointment, when
the floor men realize their success or
their failure. l picked Bob's magnifi
Gently resonant voice from the mass
40 for any part of 10000 Sugar" 1t
was this daring bid that struck terror
to the bears and filled the bulls with a
frenzy Of encouragement. Again it
rang out--"45 for any part of 25,000;"
and third time-"50 for any part of
10000"
The great crowd was surging all
over the room. Hats were smashed
and coats were being stripped from
their owners backs as though made of
paper, and now and then particular.
" frantic buyer or seller would be
borne to the floor by the impetus of
those who sought to fill his bid or grab
his offer. Through all the wild whirl,
straight and ercct and commanding
was the form of Bob his face cold and
expressionless as an iceberg. In five
minutes the human mass had worked
back to the Sugar pole and there was
the inevitable lull while its members
verified"
could see by the few entries Bob
was making on his pad that he had
been compelled to buy but little. This
meant that his campaign was working
smoothly, that he was driving the mar
ket up by merely bidding, and that he
had the greater part of my $4,000 yet
unbought, which in turn meant he
could continue to push up the price,
or in the event of his opponents at
tempting to run 1t down, he would. be
under the market with big supporting
orders.
Suddenly the JUL was broken. Bobs
voice rang out again-"153 for any
part of 10000 Sugar" Again the gam
blers closed in and for another FIVE
minutes the opening scene was dupli.
gated, with only shade less fierce
ness. After ten minutes mad trading
mighty burst of sound told that
Sugar was 100 bid. Then Bob worked
his way out of the crowd, and passing
by me fairly hissed, BY heaven, Jim.
I've got them cinched!"
/ vent back to the office. In few
minutes Bob without a word strobe
through my office and into the little
room occupied by Reulah Sands. He
closed the door behind him. thing
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