“Yes, in your feet,” retorted Gretry. “I’m not asking you to risk all your money, am I, or a fifth of it, or a twentieth of it? Don’t be an ass, J. Are we a conservative house, or aren’t we? Do I talk like this when I’m not sure? Look here. Let me sell a million bushels for you. Yes, I know it’s a bigger order than I’ve handled for you before. But this time I want to go right into it , head down and heels up, and get a twist on those Porteous buckoes, and raise ’em right out of their boots. We get a crop report this morning, and if the visible supply is as large as I think it is, the price will go off and unsettle the whole market. I’ll sell short for you at the best figures we can get, and you can cover on the slump any time between now and the end of May.”