was on the street lying in wait for an early broker. It was not until half-past nine that they began to arrive.
"Any bids for Boa Constrictor?" Peckham inquired of Macdugal, the first-comer.
"They were bidding forty cents at the club last night, with no takers."
"Let me know if you get fifty cents bid."
"How much do you offer?"
"Ten thousand shares."
"Oh! see here, Peckham! I wouldn't sell out at such a price. The thing's sure to go to a dollar inside of thirty days."
"I don't care a hang where it goes in thirty days. I want the money to-day."
"Whew! Do you know anything better to put it into?"
"I know something a million times better!" cried Peckham, in a voice sharp with excitement.
"The fellow's clean daft," Macdugal remarked to his partner, a few minutes later.
"I should say so!" was the reply. "Queer, too, how suddenly it takes 'em. A week ago I should have said that was the coolest head of the lot. He didn't seem to care a chuck for the whole business. Wonder if he's gone off his base since Hillerton was laid up. Hope
