Locate them among your friends and Wannop's clerks." "There are uncommonly few general applicants, and my friends are not the kind of men who have money to invest.

The same thing probably applies to Wannop's clerks.

It's quite certain that nobody connected with the Grenfell Consolidated could make them a present of the shares." "Considering everything, that's unfortunate, for, as I once pointed out, the next move will probably be to sell your stock down.

It's a game that contains a certain hazard in the case of a small concern, because the stock is generally in few hands; but I've no doubt your friends will try it." "Then we're helpless," said Weston.

"We must raise sufficient money among the general investors, or give up the mine." "The situation," said Stirling, dryly, "seems unpleasant, but it's the kind of one in which a little man who will neither make terms with a big concern nor let his friends help him might expect to find himself." Weston sat silent awhile, gazing at the steamer's smoke trail which stretched far back, a dingy smear on the blueness, across the shining lake; and the contractor watched him with a certain sympathy which, however, he carefully refrained from expressing.