Why, we have it in our pocket, so we have.D'ye think Crookes, now, couldn't make Bear sentiment with the public, with just the lift o' one forefinger? Why, he owns most of the commercial columns of the dailies already.D'ye think he couldn't swamp that market with sellin' orders in the shorter end o' two days? D'ye think we won't all hold together, now? Is that the bug in the butter? Sure, now, listen.Let me tell you----""You can't tell me anything about this scheme that you've not told me before," declared Cressler."You'll win, of course.Crookes & Co.are like Rothschild--earthquakes couldn't budge 'em.But I promised myself years ago to keep out of the speculative market, and Imean to stick by it."
"Oh, get on with you, Charlie," said Freye, good-humouredly, "you're scared."
"Of what," asked Cressler, "speculating? You bet I am, and when you're as old as I am, and have been through three panics, and have known what it meant to have a corner bust under you, you'll be scared of speculating too.""But suppose we can prove to you," said Sweeny, all at once, "that we're not speculating--that the other fellow, this fool Bull is doing the speculating?""I'll go into anything in the way of legitimate trading," answered Cressler, getting up from the table.
"You convince me that your clique is not a speculative clique, and I'll come in.But I don't see how your deal can be anything else.""Will you meet us here to-morrow?" asked Sweeny, as they got into their overcoats.
"It won't do you any good," persisted Cressler.
"Well, will you meet us just the same?" the other insisted.And in the end Cressler accepted.
On the steps of the restaurant they parted, and the two leaders watched Cressler's broad, stooped shoulders disappear down the street.
"He's as good as in already," Sweeny declared."I'll fix him to-morrow.Once a speculator, always a speculator.He was the cock of the cow-yard in his day, and the thing is in the blood.He gave himself clean, clean away when he let out he was afraid o'
speculating.You can't be afraid of anything that ain't got a hold on you.Y' understand me now?""Well," observed Freye, "we've got to get him in.""Talk to me about that now," Sweeny answered."I'm new to some parts o' this scheme o' yours yet.Why is Crookes so keen on having him in? I'm not so keen.We could get along without him.He ain't so god-awful rich, y' know.""No, but he's a solid, conservative cash grain man,"answered Freye, "who hasn't been associated with speculating for years.Crookes has got to have that element in the clique before we can approach Stires &Co.We may have to get a pile of money from them, and they're apt to be scary and cautious.Cressler being in, do you see, gives the clique a substantial, conservative character.You let Crookes manage it.He knows his business.""Say," exclaimed Sweeny, an idea occurring to him, "Ithought Crookes was going to put us wise to-day.He must know by now who the Big Bull is.""No doubt he does know," answered the other."He'll tell us when he's ready.But I think I could copper the individual.There was a great big jag of wheat sold to Liverpool a little while ago through Gretry, Converse & Co., who've been acting for Curtis Jadwin for a good many years.""Oh, Jadwin, hey? Hi! we're after big game now, I'm thinking.""But look here," warned Freye."Here's a point.
Cressler is not to know by the longest kind of chalk;anyhow not until he's so far in, he can't pull out.He and Jadwin are good friends, I'm told.Hello, it's raining a little.Well, I've got to be moving.See you at lunch to-morrow."As Cressler turned into La Salle Street the light sprinkle of rain suddenly swelled to a deluge, and he had barely time to dodge into the portico of the Illinois Trust to escape a drenching.All the passers-by close at hand were ****** for the same shelter, and among these Cressler was surprised to see Curtis Jadwin, who came running up the narrow lane from the cafe entrance of the Grand Pacific Hotel.
"Hello! Hello, J.," he cried, when his friend came panting up the steps, "as the whale said to Jonah, 'Come in out of the wet.'"The two friends stood a moment under the portico, their coat collars turned up, watching the scurrying in the street.
"Well," said Cressler, at last, "I see we got 'dollar wheat' this morning.""Yes," answered Jadwin, nodding, "'dollar wheat.'""I suppose," went on Cressler, "I suppose you are sorry, now that you're not in it any more.""Oh, no," replied Jadwin, nibbling off the end of a cigar."No, I'm--I'm just as well out of it.""And it's for good and all this time, eh?""For good and all."
"Well," commented Cressler, "some one else has begun where you left off, I guess.This Unknown Bull, Imean.All the boys are trying to find out who he is.
Crookes, though, was saying to me--Cal Crookes, you know--he was saying he didn't care who he was.Crookes is out of the market, too, I understand--and means to keep out, he says, till the Big Bull gets tired.
Wonder who the Big Bull is."
"Oh, there isn't any Big Bull," blustered Jadwin.
"There's simply a lot of heavy buying, or maybe there might be a ring of New York men operating through Gretry.I don't know; and I guess I'm like Crookes, Idon't care--now that I'm out of the game.Real estate is too lively now to think of anything else; keeps me on the keen jump early and late.I tell you what, Charlie, this city isn't half grown yet.And do you know, I've noticed another thing--cities grow to the westward.I've got a building and loan association going, out in the suburbs on the West Side, that's a dandy.Well, looks as though the rain had stopped.
Remember me to madam.So long, Charlie."On leaving Cressler Jadwin went on to his offices in The Rookery, close at hand.But he had no more than settled himself at his desk, when he was called up on his telephone.
