“They’ll slaughter you,” said Gretry, “slaughter you in cold blood. You’re just one man against a gang⁠—a gang of cutthroats. Those Bears have got millions and millions back of them. You don’t suppose, do you, that old man Crookes, or Kenniston, or little Sweeny, or all that lot would give you one little bit of a chance for your life if they got a grip on you. Cover your shorts if you want to, but, for God’s sake, don’t begin to buy in the same breath. You wait a while. If this market has touched bottom, we’ll be able to tell in a few days. I’ll admit, for the sake of argument, that just now there’s a pause. But nobody can tell whether it will turn up or down yet. Now’s the time to be conservative, to play it cautious.”

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