THIRD STREET, by the time Cowperwood reached 
I there, was stirring with other bankers and brokers 
who had been called forth by the exigencies of the occa- 
sion. The shutters were open in many places where these 
were still maintained, and the doors wide. There was a 
suspicious hurrying of feet—that intensity which makes 
all the difference in the world between a hundred people 
placid and a hundred people disturbed. At Third and 
Dock, where the exchange stood, and as the time drew 
near for it to open, the atmosphere was feverish. The 
crowd intending to do business for the day was larger 
than usual, for the company of regular floor-men who 
represented the different firms and interests of the city 
was already augmented by those who had a right to 
operate on 'change but seldom came—men like Cowper- 
wood and head dealers generally. The big financiers had 
sent their best men, seen from time to time in strenuous 
days past, and their very presence only seemed to in- 
tensify the general feeling of fear and unrest. The bears 
were eager, defiant, jubilant. The bulls were apprehensive, 
determined to cover (sell) in the subtlest ways if possible, 
shy of indicating by look or glance what they really 
thought. It was nothing strange to see big men here 
at this occasion, for older operators recalled and ex- 
plained to their confidential assistants that it was always 
so in times like this. What would you expect ? 
" There's going to be h-1 to pay here, Charlie, in a 
few minutes," one floor-man observed to his second. 
"You keep a close eye on me. I'll give you the quota- 
tions as near as I can get them, and you sell fast until I 
call a halt."