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At this I signaled to Wallbridge, and with another bellow he started an opposition riot on the other side of the room from Eppner, and fed Crown Diamond in lumps to the howling forces of the Decker combination. The battle was raging furiously. I had no wish to break the price of the stock.
"Yes, yes; quite likely," said my employer, referring to my story of Wallbridge. "I heard something of the kind from my men. I'll know to- morrow for certain, I expect. I forgot to tell you that the ladies would want to see you. They have missed you lately." And the Wolf motioned me to the door where the servant waited. Here was a predicament. I was missed and wanted and by the ladies.
"That wasn't the name I found on the paper in his state-room, though the initials were the same. I don't see what he changed his name for; but that's none of my business. I only hope he hasn't been doing anything wrong." "My pipe's gone out," said Wallbridge, presenting himself at the door of the galley again. "I want another coal of fire."
Then they missed Harvey, and both of them shouted his name with all the vigor of their strong lungs; but the steward did not hear them. "The sea has swept him away," said the mate, sadly. "Or dashed him against the rocks," added Wallbridge. "It will be the same with us in a short time. I didn't think the tide was up so far, or I should have known better than to land here."
Harry Wallbridge, awaking with a sense of some alarming sound, listened intently in the darkness, seeing overhead the canvas roof faintly outlined, the darker stretch of its ridge-pole, its two thin slanting rafters, and the gable ends of the winter hut.
"May I borrow a coal of fire from the stove, doctor?" "Certain, if you can get one; but the fire is about out. You will find some matches in the tin box on your right," added the steward. "I like to light my pipe in the old-fashioned way when I can. I don't mean to begin to suck in brimstone just yet," continued Wallbridge, as he succeeded in finding a coal, and soon had his pipe in working order.
His blue-black eyes regarded me as but a necessary part of the machinery of commerce. I gave my orders briefly. "Dot is a larch order," said Bockstein dubiously. "You don't have to take it," I was about to retort, when Eppner's high- pitched voice interrupted: "It's all right. The customary margin is enough." Wallbridge was more enthusiastic.
There seemed but few blocks of the stock on the market. Yet the air was electric with the tense strain of thousands of minds eager to catch the faintest indication of the final result, and I found it more exciting than the wildest days of clamor and struggle. "This is great," chuckled Wallbridge, taking post before me.
Bennington. "It is a very remarkable affair," added Mr. Hamilton. "Such things don't often happen." "But I haven't the slightest doubt that this Wallbridge was Joel Wormbury," replied the landlord. "I'm sure of it," exclaimed Stumpy. "I know all about that Bible; I've seen it twenty times; and mother always used to put it into father's chest when he was going away fishing."
"As soon as we had landed on the beach, Wallbridge told me he had twelve hundred dollars in gold, which he had earned by his two years' work in Cuba. By the light of the flashes of lightning I saw the bag in his hand. It was an old shot-bag, tied up with a piece of white tape.
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