I tell you fellows, I truly believe we'll have that wretched document in our hands by this time to-morrow." "The day I see it in ashes," Bardsley muttered, "I'll stand you fellows a magnum of Pommery '92." "I wonder," Weiss remarked, "what sort of terms she is on with her cousin, the little girl with the big eyes." "I wish to Heaven one of you could make friends with that child!" Bardsley exclaimed.

"I'd give a tidy lot to know whether Phineas Duge lies there on his bed, or whether his hand is on the telephone half the time.

You are sure, Littleson, that Dick Losting is in Europe ?" "Absolutely certain," Littleson answered.

"I had a letter from him dated Paris only yesterday." "Then who in God's name is shaking the Chicago markets like this!" Bardsley declared, striking the newspaper which lay by his side with the palm of his hand.

"You notice, too, the stocks which are being hit are all ours, every one of them.