the less the same as they always were—wolves at one 
moment, smiling, friendly human beings at another. 
Such was life. He had no illusions. 
So to-day he said to Walter Leigh, now one of the big 
men in Drexel & Co.: 
" Walter, they haven't supported the market as I 
thought they would. You know the bottom's out. 
What about my loans? Are you people going to call 
them ?" 
Leigh had previously explained that he couldn't get 
any support for the closing-the-exchange idea. Too 
many bears or " shorts" were anxious for their winnings 
" I tell you, Frank," he said, at one point, " I think 
Mollenhauer and Simspon are trying to shake you out." 
"I thought so myself," replied Cowperwood, " when I 
saw how things were going on 'change this morning. 
Somebody is hammering my lines. But what about 
my loans?" 
"Well, you know, Frank, how it is," replied Leigh, di- 
rectly. "They are already twenty points under what we 
took them at "—he was referring to Cowperwood's hypoth- 
ecated securities on which the loans had been advanced 
—"and we have one rule. I don't see what I can do." 
"I'm expecting to raise about three hundred thousand 
by to-morrow noon," replied Cowperwood, with a great 
air of calm and courage, as though he were not in reality 
already too pressed for means. "I can't throw my hold- 
ings on the market. It's no use. I'd rather take them 
to private individuals and put them up. I can get more. 
But I can't do it in an hour. I have to have a little time. 
Can't you give me until to-morrow noon, or say Wednes- 
day noon?" 
Leigh liked Cowperwood very much. He really re- 
joiced in his clear-minded, unterrified determination and 
ability to fight in extremes. There was something dra- 
matic about the man as he stood here, his naturally 
smooth, hard-fleshed face a little pale, but so handsome.