Haskers. "As I told you before, this stock is going like wildfire. And at thirty-five it's a bargain. I think it will be up to sixty or seventy inside of a month—or two months at the latest. You'd better sign for the hundred shares right now and make sure of them." And Job Haskers held out one of the papers in his hand and also the fountain pen.
Roger and Dave looked at each other and probably the same thought flashed through the minds of both. Should they show themselves and let the elderly gentleman know just what sort of a man Job Haskers was?
"I guess we'd better take a hand" commenced Dave, when he paused as he saw the old gentleman shake his head.
"I—I don't think think I'll do it to-night, Mr. Haskers," he said, slowly. "I—I want to sleep on it. Come and see me again in the morning."
"The stock may go up by morning," interposed the former teacher of Oak Hall. "It went up day before yesterday, two points. Better bind the bargain right now."
"No, I'll wait until morning."
"Well, when can I see you, Mr. Fordham?" asked the other, trying to conceal his disappointment.
"I'll be around about ten o'clock—I don't get up very early."
