And don't, whatever you do, be tempted to sell just now; you don't know how high that stock's going to jump yet." "I thought," stammered Barker, "that you boys might like to go over with me." "We can't afford to take another holiday on grub wages, and we're only two to work today," said Demorest, with a slight increase of color and the faintest tremor in his voice.

"And it won't do, old chap, for us to be seen bumming round with you on the heels of your good fortune.

For everybody knows we're poor, and sooner or later everybody'll know you WERE rich even when you first came to us." "Nonsense!" said Barker indignantly.
"Gospel, my boy!" said Demorest shortly.
"The frozen truth, old man!" said Stacy.
Barker took up his hat with some stiffness and moved toward the door.
Here he stopped irresolutely, an irresolution that seemed to communicate itself to his partners.

There was a moment's awkward silence.

Then Demorest suddenly seized him by the shoulders with a grip that was half a caress, and walked him rapidly to the door.