On fortune's road; stories of business . ; its plain business, said Burt, quietly,smiling again. If I m forced to settle at the cor-ner price it will simply break me, and you 11 getonly half whats coming to you. If you give metime I can pay out. I can make money. The hell you can ! said Mr. Salt, with finesarcasm. How ? By toddling into the first corneryou find laying around loose ? No. What money I have, I ve made. I canmake more. What good will it do you to breakme r I m going to do it for the good it will do young man who tries speculation ought to bebroke a couple of times. It te
On fortune's road; stories of business . ; its plain business, said Burt, quietly,smiling again. If I m forced to settle at the cor-ner price it will simply break me, and you 11 getonly half whats coming to you. If you give metime I can pay out. I can make money. The hell you can ! said Mr. Salt, with finesarcasm. How ? By toddling into the first corneryou find laying around loose ? No. What money I have, I ve made. I canmake more. What good will it do you to breakme r I m going to do it for the good it will do young man who tries speculation ought to bebroke a couple of times. It teaches him to respectother peoples opinions a little. Well, I ve had the lesson now, said Burt. Who are your customers ? How d you come tobe short two thousand shares ? the president de-manded. Burt considered briefly. My customers areEddie Martin, Judge Martins son, and his cousin. Oh! They knew what the decision was goingto be, then ! Very likely. And you knew it, too ! Salts hard eye wasupon him. Burt said nothing, simply waiting. 206. roc * / like your nerve . . What do sou feed it on? THE SALT CROWD S TRADE Yes, you knew it! the president declared. And— say, you have got the nerve ! You would ntgive me the tip; but you d come around here andask me to help you out of the hole. Judge Martin is my friend. His family andmine are on intimate terms, said the broker, simply. Why dont you go to your friend to help you,then ? Salt suggested. Of course I should nt do that, even if he hadthe ability. I d look nice telling him his son wentshort of the stock with foreknowledge of the decision,and that I was the broker who made the trade forhim. I see. Would nt like to hurt his passed his hand over his stubbled chin and con-sidered. His manner was not reassuring. Natu-rally I m not so careful of the feelings of a manwho says I ought to be indicted, he went on withan ominous softness. It would work out all rightif you went broke. Then, of course, it would allcome
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