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t. He was a loser in that deal to the tune of some $20,000, and this sudden and unexpected discovery of where it had gone was a shock to him. "Well, I'm jiggered!" he exclaimed, looking at Allison. "I've been thirty years in Wall Street and these are the first boy bankers I ever saw." "They are the first I ever saw, too, sir," said Allison, "and I've been thirty-five years in the Street. They've both got good heads on their shoulders." "Just come in here and let me show you something. Mr. Tracey," said Bob, leading the way into the private office of the former bankers. "I want to show you some fleece we have on exhibition," and he pointed to a large bunch of white wool hanging to a hook on the wall above his desk, labeled: "JAMES BRYANT, "M. & C. fleece." The old broker roared. "Say, I hope you won't hang mine up that way!" he exclaimed. "We have too much respect for you to do that sir." "How about Manson?" "Oh, we got a good lot off him, but I was once in his employ." "Well, I'm glad you haven't got mine hung up," and he went out, laughing heartily. In an hour the whole Street had the news, and scores of brokers came by to look in at the two boys. They were all amused, for they laughed and joked each other about it. Half an hour later a wave of jolly laughter went through the Street as the fleece story was told. Bryant was guyed till he had to shut himself up in his office and refuse to see any one. Manson came in and whispered to Bob to drop that Bryant's fleece business, adding: "He has a host of friends in Wall Street, and it will hurt your business to make an enemy of him." "He is already my enemy," Bob replied, "and had me discharged from your employ. I will never let up on him as long as I live." Just before business closed Bryant rushed into the office and said: "I want to see the bunch of wool you have here with my name on it." "Here it is," said Bob, opening the door of the private office and pointing to the wool hanging against the wall. Bryant grabbed it and started to the door with it. Bob opened the drawer of the desk, took out a revolver, and aiming at him, said: "Here's something to go with it." Bryant wheeled around and found himself looking down the muzzle of the revolver. CHAPTER VIII.--Broker Bryant and the Boys. When Broker Bryant saw the muzzle of a revolver staring him in the face he turned white as a sheet. "Just drop that fleec
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