“Sam,” he said, “the time is come for a great big change.” He emphasised the word with a tap of his cue upon the floor. “We can’t play our game the way we’ve been playing it the last three years. We’ve been hammering wheat down and down and down, till we’ve got it below the cost of production; and now she won’t go any further with all the hammering in the world. The other fellows, the rest of this Bear crowd, don’t seem to see it, but I see it. Before fall we’re going to have higher prices. Wheat is going up, and when it does I mean to be right there.”

“We’re going to have a dull market right up to the beginning of winter,” persisted the other.

“Come and say that to me at the beginning of winter, then,” Jadwin retorted. “Look here, Sam, I’m short of May five hundred thousand bushels, and tomorrow morning you are going to send your boys on the floor for me and close that trade.”