“Well, don’t think for one moment that Mr. Curtis Jadwin is going to let anyone get the better of him. There’s no man⁠—no, nor gang of men⁠—could down him. He’s head and shoulders above the biggest of them down there. I tell you he’s Napoleonic. Yes, sir, that’s what he is, Napoleonic, to say the least. Page,” he declared, solemnly, “he’s the greatest man I’ve ever known.”

Very soon after this it was no longer a secret to Laura Jadwin that her husband had gone back to the wheat market, and that, too, with such impetuosity, such eagerness, that his rush had carried him to the very heart’s heart of the turmoil.

He was now deeply involved; his influence began to be felt. Not an important move on the part of the “Unknown Bull,” the nameless mysterious stranger that was not duly noted and discussed by the entire world of La Salle Street.