e. On the third day it was up to sixty, and Fred
met Callie at lunch to tell her she had got the thing down fine.

"Oh, if I only had some money to put up!" she said.

"You have got ten per cent interest in my little pile," he said to her.

"What! Just for the tip?"

"Yes."

"Oh, my! I could give you tips almost every day."

"Wall Street is always full of tips," and he laughed. "Such a thing as
this, though, comes but once or twice a year."

"B. & H. was a big thing for some of the brokers," she replied.

"Yes, and a very bad one for a number of them, too."

"Do you know, I think Mr. Gaines was badly squeezed in that deal?"

"Ah! I saw him nearly choked to death by that fellow who lost his head.
If I had not interfered he'd have been killed."

"Oh, was it you?" and she opened wide her blue eyes.

"Yes--why?"

"Why, he has sent down to the office instructing the clerks to try to
find out who it was. His niece, Miss Eva Gaines, called at the office
and spoke to me about it."

Fred opened his eyes in astonishment.

"She is such a sweet girl," added Callie, "I promised to let her know if
I ever found out who it was. Why, he might give you a gold watch or
something. Who knows?" and she laughed merrily as she told him the
story.

"Well, I am surprised," was all he could say.

"What shall I say to her when I see her or write to her?" Callie asked
him.

"Tell her what you please."

They left the little restaurant together and did not meet again till the
same hour the next day. Then Pacific Mail was going at 66 and the
brokers were again in a furor. Coming so soon after the panic caused by
the corner in B. & H. shares, it caused a general interest throughout
the city.

"I wrote to Miss Gaines yesterday," Callie said to him, "and told her
that you--Fred Halsey--was the one who had saved her uncle's life in the
Stock Exchange, and you may expect a sweet-scented note of thanks from
her at any moment."

On returning home from lunch Fred found the excitement in the Exchange
greater than ever, the shares had bounded up to 72. He went to the
office and found Tracey out.

"He is around at the Exchange," the head bookkeeper said to him. "Go and
report to him at once."

Tracey was howling like the rest of them when Fred touched him on the
arm and said:

"I am ready for duty, sir."

"Ah! Find Manson and bring him to me--quick!"

He looked about among the brokers, but failed to find him. Meeting Bob,
he t