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know as well as I'm standing on this floor that some one； I can't say which one； is selling us out。 You don't suppose it could be Cowperwood or any of those people he sent to us； do you？〃
Stackpole； worn by his experiences of the past few weeks； was inclined to be irritable。
〃How should I know； Phineas？〃 he inquired； scowling in troubled thought。 〃I don't think so。 I didn't notice any signs that they were interested in stock…gambling。 Anyhow； we had to have the money in some form。 Any one of the whole crowd is apt to get frightened now at any moment and throw the whole thing over。 We're in a tight place； that's plain。〃
For the fortieth time he plucked at a too…tight collar and pulled up his shirt…sleeves； for it was stifling； and he was coatless and waistcoatless。 Just then Mr。 Hull's telephone bell rangthe one connecting with the firm's private office on 'change； and the latter jumped to seize the receiver。
〃Yes？〃 he inquired； irritably。
〃Two thousand shares of American offered at two…twenty！ Shall I take them？〃
The man who was 'phoning was in sight of another man who stood at the railing of the brokers' gallery overlooking 〃the pit；〃 or central room of the stock…exchange； and who instantly transferred any sign he might receive to the man on the floor。 So Mr。 Hull's 〃yea〃 or 〃nay〃 would be almost instantly transmuted into a cash transaction on 'change。
〃What do you think of that？〃 asked Hull of Stackpole； putting his hand over the receiver's mouth； his right eyelid drooping heavier than ever。 〃Two thousand more to take up！ Where d'you suppose they are coming from？ Tch！〃
〃Well； the bottom's out； that's all；〃 replied Stackpole； heavily and gutturally。 〃We can't do what we can't do。 I say this； though： support it at two…twenty until three o'clock。 Then we'll figure up where we stand and what we owe。 And meanwhile I'll see what I can do。 If the banks won't help us and Arneel and that crowd want to get from under； we'll fail； that's all； but not before I've had one more try； by Jericho！ They may not help us； but〃
Actually Mr。 Stackpole did not see what was to be done unless Messrs。 Hand； Schryhart； Merrill； and Arneel were willing to risk much more money； but it grieved and angered him to think he and Hull should be thus left to sink without a sigh。 He had tried Kaffrath； Videra； and Bailey； but they were adamant。 Thus cogitating； Stackpole put on his wide…brimmed straw hat and went out。 It was nearly ninety…six in the shade。 The granite and asphalt pavements of the down…town district reflected a dry； Turkish…bath…room heat。 There was no air to speak of。 The sky was a burning； milky blue； with the sun gleaming feverishly upon the upper walls of the tall buildings。
Mr。 Hand； in his seventh…story suite of offices in the Rookery Building； was suffering from the heat； but much more from mental perturbation。 Though not a stingy or penurious man； it was still true that of all earthly things he suffered most from a financial loss。 How often had he seen chance or miscalculation sweep apparently strong and valiant men into the limbo of the useless and forgotten！ Since the alienation of his wife's affections by Cowperwood； he had scarcely any interest in the world outside his large financial holdings； which included profitable investments in a half…hundred companies。 But they must pay； pay； pay heavily in interestall of themand the thought that one of them might become a failure or a drain on his resources was enough to give him an almost physical sensation of dissatisfaction and unrest； a sort of spiritual and mental nausea which would cling to him for days and days or until he had surmounted the difficulty。 Mr。 Hand had no least corner in his heart for failure。
As a matter of fact； the situation in regard to American Match had reached such proportions as to be almost numbing。 Aside from the fifteen thousand shares which Messrs。 Hull and Stackpole had originally set aside for themselves； Hand； Arneel； Schryhart； and Merrill had purchased five thousand shares each at forty； but had since been compelled to sustain the market to the extent of over five thousand shares more each； at prices ranging from one…twenty to two…twenty； the largest blocks of shares having been bought at the latter figure。 Actually Hand was caught for nearly one million five hundred thousand dollars； and his soul was as gray as a bat's wing。 At fifty…seven years of age men who are used only to the most successful financial calculations and the credit that goes with unerring judgment dread to be made a mark by chance or fate。 It opens the way for comment on their possibly failing vitality or judgment。 And so Mr。 Hand sat on this hot August afternoon； ensconced in a large carved mahogany chair in the inner recesses of his inner offices； and brooded。 Only this morning； in the face of a falling market； he would have sold out openly had he not been deterred by telephone messages from Arneel and Schryhart suggesting the advisability of a pool conference before any action was taken。 Come what might on the morrow； he was determined to quit unless he saw some clear way outto be shut of the whole thing unless the ingenuity of Stackpole and Hull should discover a way of sustaining the market without his aid。 While he was meditating on how this was to be done Mr。 Stackpole appeared； pale； gloomy； wet with perspiration。
〃Well； Mr。 Hand；〃 he exclaimed； wearily； 〃I've done all I can。 Hull and I have kept the market fairly stable so far。 You saw what happened between ten and eleven this morning。 The jig's up。 We've borrowed our last dollar and hypothecated our last share。 My personal fortune has gone into the balance； and so has Hull's。 Some one of the outside stockholders； or all of them； are cutting the ground from under us。 Fourteen thousand shares since ten o'clock this morning！ That tells the story。 It can't be done just nownot unless you gentlemen are prepared to go much further than you have yet gone。 If we could organize a pool to take care of fifteen thousand more shares〃
Mr。 Stackpole paused； for Mr。 Hand was holding up a fat； pink digit。
〃No more of that；〃 he was saying； solemnly。 〃It can't be done。 I； for one； won't sink another dollar in this proposition at this time。 I'd rather throw what I have on the market and take what I can get。 I am sure the others feel the same way。〃
Mr。 Hand； to play safe； had hypothecated nearly all his shares with various banks in order to release his money for other purposes； and he knew he would not dare to throw over all his holdings； just as he knew he would have to make good at the figure at which they had been margined。 But it was a fine threat to make。
Mr。 Stackpole stared ox…like at Mr。 Hand。
〃Very well；〃 he said； 〃I might as well go back； then； and post a notice on our front door。 We bought fourteen thousand shares and held the market where it is； but we haven't a dollar to pay for them with。 Unless the banks or some one will take them over for us we're gonewe're bankrupt。〃
Mr。 Hand； who knew that if Mr。 Stackpole carried out this decision it meant the loss of his one million five hundred thousand； halted mentally。 〃Have you been to all the ba