re crying: "Order--order, order, gentlemen."

But, again and again the clamour broke out. It would die down for an
instant, in response to these appeals, only to burst out afresh as
certain groups of traders started the pandemonium again, by the wild
outcrying of their offers. At last, however, the older men in the Pit,
regaining some measure of self-control, took up the word, going to and
fro in the press, repeating "Order, order."

And then, all at once, the Pit, the entire floor of the Board of Trade
was struck dumb. All at once the tension was relaxed, the furious
struggling and stamping was stilled. Landry, bewildered, still holding
his chief by the hand, looked about him. On the floor, near at hand,
stood the president of the Board of Trade himself, and with him the
vice-president and a group of the directors. Evidently it had been
these who had called the traders to order. But it was not toward them
now that the hundreds of men in the Pit and on the floor were looking.

In the little balcony on the south wall opposite the visitors' gallery
a figure had appeared, a tall grave man, in a long black coat--the
secretary of the Board of Trade. Landry with the others saw him, saw
him advance to the edge of the railing, and fix his glance upon the
Wheat Pit. In his hand he carried a slip of paper.

And then in the midst of that profound silence the secretary announced:

"All trades with Gretry, Converse & Co. must be closed at once."

The words had not ceased to echo in the high vaultings of the roof
before they were greeted with a wild, shrill yell of exultation and
triumph, that burst from the crowding masses in the Wheat Pit.

Beaten; beaten at last, the Great Bull! Smashed! The great corner
smashed! Jadwin busted! They themselves saved, saved, saved! Cheer
followed upon cheer, yell after yell. Hats went into the air. In a
frenzy of delight men danced and leaped and capered upon the edge of
the Pit, clasping their arms about each other, shaking each others'
hands, cheering and hurrahing till their strained voices became hoarse
and faint.

Some few of the older men protested. There were cries of:

"Shame, shame!"

"Order--let him alone."

"Let him be; he's down now. Shame, shame!"

But the jubilee was irrepressible, they had been too cruelly pressed,
these others; they had felt the weight of the Bull's hoof, the rip of
his horn. Now they had beaten him, had pulled him down.

"Yah-h-h, whoop, yi, yi, yi.