Then, after the fashion of ordinary humanity, he stopped short and read the interesting item to himself.

When he had finished he brought his fist and the paper, together, violently down upon the table.

"Now look at this! Talk of luck, will you?
Just think of it.

Here are WE--hard-working men with lots of sabe, too--grubbin' away on this hillside like niggers, glad to get enough at the end of the day to pay for our soggy biscuits and horse-bean coffee, and just look what falls into the lap of some lazy sneakin' greenhorn who never did a stoke of work in his life! Here are WE, with no foolishness, no airs nor graces, and yet men who would do credit to twice that amount of luck--and seem born to it, too--and we're set aside for some long, lank, pen-wiping scrub who just knows enough to sit down on his office stool and hold on to a bit of paper." "What's up now ?" asked Stacy, with the carelessness begotten of familiarity with his partner's extravagance.
"Listen," said Demorest, reading.

"Another unprecedented rise has taken place in the shares of the 'Yellow Hammer First Extension Mine' since the sinking of the new shaft.