THE FINANCIER 
outside ut these particular specialties which he was han- 
dling need not trouble him. 
" Watch what they're doing. Take their offers. I want 
all I can get up to five thousand of A. and C. If you 
hear of any Morse Telegraph offered under sixty take 
it—all you can get. Buy me sixty Fifth and Sixth 
Street. I. want a hundred New York and Harlem at 
eighty—no more, do you hear?" 
" Yes, I hear," said Frank, submissively. 
Cowperwood was a fine, live floor operator, and soon 
convinced Rivers that he had an ideal man as an as- 
sistant. 
After the first few days spent in studying this noble 
community of souls Frank soon learned of what cheap, mor- 
tal clay they were, and at the same time what a shrewd, 
hungry lot of fish, and what a vast subtle world they 
represented. You could never tell what any particular 
individual was "up to." You could never guess what 
stock was being " nursed" or " washed" or being handled 
by a specialist. Rumor was the breath of life of this 
chamber, and suspicion its blood. He smiled at first at 
the air of great secrecy and wisdom on the part of the 
younger men. They were so heartily and foolishly sus- 
picious. The older men, in the large majority of cases, 
were inscrutable. They pretended great innocence, un- 
certainty, indifference. They were like certain fish after a 
certain kind of bait, however. Snap ! and the opportunity 
was gone. Somebody else had picked up what you 
wanted. All had their little note-books. All had their 
peculiar squint of eye or position or motion which meant 
"Done! I take you!" Sometimes they seemed scarcely to 
confirm their sales and purchases—they knew each other 
so well—but they did. If the market was for any reason 
active, the brokers and their agents were apt to be more 
numerous than if it were dull and the trading indifferent. 
A gong sounded the call to trading at Io A.M. ; and if there 
was a noticeable rise or decline in a stock or a group of 
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