Should they give us a week, we shall have so narrowed the field of operations for our 'bears' that their first day's sales will land them in a corner.

Once we have them penned, we may take our time.

They will be as helpless as so many caged animals." When Storri on that jealous evening left the San Reve, his nerves were somewhat tossed and shaken.

It was not over-late; he would stroll to the club by roundabout paths, the walk and cold night air might steady him.
That roundabout route led Storri past the Treasury Building, and, as he slowly paced the pavement bordering one side of the massive structure, he was brought to sudden stop by a heavy timber platform six feet square and lifted a foot and a half from the ground, which cumbered the sidewalk nearest the curb.

Storri surveyed the platform in a lack-luster way.