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Updated: May 24, 2025
I never saw a finer storm come up finer. But nobody would go out to the point to see it come. "Good heavens," said Billoo, "think of poor Sharply on his way home from Europe! Can't get to Wall Street before Wednesday, and God knows what he'll find when he gets there." "What good would it do him to get there before?" I asked.
Wouldn't the other brokers say: 'Billoo, Randall, Tombs, Marshall, Bedlo, etc., don't seem to think there's much doing. None of 'em's here what's the use of me being scared?" "It would have the contrary effect, Sam," said Tombs solemnly. "They would think that we had decamped in a body for Canada."
"Of course," said Randall, "there are times when it doesn't matter one way or the other. But when well, when the market's in the state it is now, it's life or death, almost, to be on the spot." "I don't understand," I said. "When the market looks fussy, why not sell out, and wait for better times?" "We can't sell out," said Billoo. "We're loaded up to the muzzle."
"Well," said Billoo, "you know that the presence on the floor of one steady, conservative man may often avert a panic." "Show me the man," I said. "Has any one here ever caused a panic or averted one? But you all lose money just as often because you're on the spot, as make it. Wouldn't you all be the richer for an absence now and then?"
"They will not," I said. "Why?" said Sally. "Because," said I, "they will run on to the middle ground, and stay there." "Not at high tide!" exclaimed Sally. "At high tide," said I. "That float draws a good two feet, and it's so heavy that once it runs on the mud it will stay on the mud " And then I shouted to Billoo: "Look out for the middle ground!" "What?" he answered.
When we entered the house we found all the women except Sally surrounding Billoo. He was very red in the face and dressed only in the canoe sail; but he wasn't in the least embarrassed. He had a self-satisfied smile; and he was talking as fast and as loud as he could. We told him to go to bed and be ashamed of himself, and sleep it off.
"I'll send you a tug or something," Billoo called back to us, "and try to find out what's happened to the Hobo." "Thank you!" I called back. "Sam," said Sally, "I don't know what you think, but I call it good sand." "So do I," said I, "but foolish." "Why foolish?" said Sally. "They're really going quite fast, and they'll be across in no time, and they'll get the next train and everything."
"If it wasn't for the market, I could stay forever," said Billoo. "Not if I lived," said I. "Saturday to Monday is plenty long enough Hello !" The pier and the empty stretch of water between the island and the mainland were in sight, but there was no Hobo. "Hello what?" said Tombs. "Why, where's the ferry?" "I don't see her," I said, and, I hope, anxiously; "you don't suppose "
"I don't see how I'm to get to town," said Billoo dismally. He pulled out his watch, and held it in his hand, and every moment or two looked at it. "Haven't you a couple of row-boats? We couldn't get this train, but we could get the next " I shook my head. "I'm sorry," I said. "We're not much on the water, and we've never been properly supplied with boats "
"Young man," said Billoo, and he looked almost well and happy, "just name your sum." "I'll bet you a thousand," I said. "Sammy," said Tombs very sweetly, "have you got another thousand up your sleeve?" "Sure," I said. "Done with you," said Tombs. In about five minutes I had bet with everybody present. "But mind," I said, "there mustn't be any dirty work.
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