Wall Street men have to do a good deal of figuring."

"Yes, so I've heard, but I didn't know the boys did."

Fred laughed, nudged Bob and remarked:

"That's one on you, old man!"

The next day they found that the shares opened at 79--two hours later
they were going at 82.

"I'm going to sell, Bob," said Fred. "It's getting dangerous."

"It may go up to 100."

"We had better stand from under," said Fred, shaking his head.

"Well, let her go."

Fred hastened to Bowles' office and told him to sell. In five minutes it
was done, and they had made over $6,000 on the deal. Manson sent Bob to
Bryant with a note. Somebody had just dumped 3,000 shares on the big
broker and he was in a bad humor when Bob came to him with the note. He
looked down and saw who it was--the boy who had gotten the situation for
his typewriter--and quick as a flash he gave him a kick that sent him
sprawling on the floor. Bob had the note still in his hand when he
scrambled to his feet again. But he did not deliver it. He staggered out
of the Exchange, feeling sick from the effects of the blow, and made his
way back to the office, where he told Mr. Manson what had happened.

"It was an accident, Bob," the broker said. "The excitement in there is
awful, you know."

"No, sir. It was no accident," said Bob. "He hates me because I found a
place for his typewriter who left him because he wanted to make love to
her."

Munson laughed and said:

"That must me a mistake, my boy."

"No mistake about it. The girl is in Bowles' office, and she'll tell you
the same thing. I am going to have him arrested."

"Oh, that won't do."

"I'll make it do."

Bob was mad.

"See here, young man, I'll give you your walking papers if I hear any
more talk like that!"

"Give 'em to me right away then," said Bob. "I'm going to see if a man
can kick the innerds out of a boy just for fun and not pay for it."

Manson was surprised at Bob's spunk. He looked at him in silence for a
minute or two and then said:

"You are mad clear through, eh?"

"You bet I am!"

"Well, wait till I see him before doing anything."

"All right; but you want to see him soon."

"I'll see him after 3 o'clock."

After 3 o'clock Bob, Fred and Broker Manson went over to Bryant's
office. Bryant was at his desk.

"Why did you kick my messenger, Bryant?" Manson asked.

"Was it your messenger?"

"Yes."

"I didn't know who it was. I felt some one pulling my coat-tail and
kicked ou