e on the desk there; if you please," said Bob very
coolly.

He laid it down without saying a word, never once taking his eyes off
the revolver.

"You may go now," Bob said. "You can't get any fleece out of this
office."

"Put up that gun. You are making a fool of yourself," said Bryant
finally.

"Maybe I am. All the same, I'd have made a corpse of you if you had not
dropped that wool."

"What have you got my name on it for?"

"I am having a little fun out of it--that's all."

"You have no right to use my name at all."

"Maybe I haven't. Go to law about it, and let the court decide that
question. I am going to keep it there, for you are the meanest man in
Wall Street. You had a messenger boy discharged from his position of
five dollars a week. It will be a long time before I can have fun enough
with you to satisfy me, Mr. Bryant."

"I did not have you discharged."

"Oh, that's all right."

"But you can ask Manson."

"Yes, I know. We got more of his fleece than we did of yours. I haven't
had much fun with him yet. One at a time and it will last longer."

"You must take my name off that thing there."

"Not at your command I won't."

"Well, I'll see about it," and he turned and went out.

Fred and those in the main office were not aware of what had been going
on between Bob and Bryant in the private office.

"What did he say, Bob?" Fred asked.

Bob told him what had passed between the broker and himself, adding:

"He is the maddest man on earth. I am getting even with him, and am
going to run that fleece business till some court tells me to stop it."

"By George," exclaimed Fred, "if he goes to law about it we'll be the
best advertised firm in the Street."

"That's so," remarked Allison, his broad face wreathed in smiles. "He is
a strong man--has many friends; but Wall Street brokers are always ready
to shear each other."

"Of course they are. Business knows no friendship. It is merciless in
its operations."

Allison looked at him in no little surprise. Such a hard, cynical view
of business coming from one so young almost startled him.

"Where did you pick up that idea?" he asked Fred.

"In the Stock Exchange when I was a messenger boy," was the reply.

"Who gave it to you?"

"Nobody. I got the idea from what I saw going on all around me."

"Well, you have observed closely, young man. It's a harsh judgment, but
correct in the main. I hope, though, that in your success you will not
forge