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I think we've got all the shorts there are." "I'm laying particularly for Dave Scannel," remarked Jadwin. "I hope he's in up to his neck, and if he is, by the Great Horn Spoon, I'll bankrupt him, or my name is not Jadwin! I'll wring him bone-dry. If I once get a twist of that rat, I won't leave him hide nor hair to cover the wart he calls his heart."
"I hadn't ought to think anything." "Say 'shouldn't think, Landry." "Shouldn't think, then, anything about it. My business is to execute Mr. Gretry's orders." Jadwin is down town all day again. You know he stayed away for a while." "Oh, that may be his real estate business that keeps him down town so much," replied Landry. "I can see that.
The two friends stood a moment under the portico, their coat collars turned up, watching the scurrying in the street. "Well," said Cressler, at last, "I see we got 'dollar wheat' this morning." "Yes," answered Jadwin, nodding, "'dollar wheat." "I suppose," went on Cressler, "I suppose you are sorry, now that you're not in it any more." "Oh, no," replied Jadwin, nibbling off the end of a cigar.
Very soon after this it was no longer a secret to Laura Jadwin that her husband had gone back to the wheat market, and that, too, with such impetuosity, such eagerness, that his rush had carried him to the very heart's heart of the turmoil. He was now deeply involved; his influence began to be felt.
This was quickly settled upon, and a few minutes later James Morris moved onward, on horseback, with his gun ready for use, should the enemy put in an appearance. Less than an hour after leaving his nephew and Jadwin, James Morris reached the spot where the fearful encounter of the evening before had occurred.
He would cavil on a half-dollar's overcharge; he would put himself to downright inconvenience to save the useless expenditure of a dime and boast of it. But no extravagance was ever too great, no time ever too valuable, when bass were to be caught. For Jadwin was a fisherman unregenerate.
She realised that once more she had acted upon impulse, and she even found time to wonder again how it was that when with this man her impulses, and not her reason prevailed so often. With Landry or with Curtis Jadwin she was always calm, tranquilly self-possessed. But Corthell seemed able to reach all that was impetuous, all that was unreasoned in her nature.
"Why," said Laura, as she sat down at her place, "why, Pagie, what is in the wind to-day?" "He is going to take me down to see the Board of Trade from the visitor's gallery, you know. He said this would probably be a great day. Did Mr. Jadwin come home last night?" Laura shook her head, without speech.
Jadwin took the picture without looking at it, and as he continued to speak, held it in his fingers, and occasionally tapped it upon the desk. "I know. I know, Hargus," he answered. "I got a good deal to say, Mr. David Scannel. Do you see this old man here?" "Oh-h, cut it out!" growled the other. "It's Hargus. You know him very well. You used to know him better.
But Jadwin had heard in the receiver the rattle and click as of a tiny door closing. The receiver was silent and dead; and he knew that his wife, disappointed and angry, had "hung up" without saying good-by. The days passed. Soon another week had gone by. The wheat market steadied down after the dollar mark was reached, and for a few days a calmer period intervened.
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