“Oh, J. ! Here already, are you? Well, Crookes will begin to sell at the very tap of the bell.”

“He will, hey?” Jadwin was on his feet. Instantly the jaded nerves braced taut again; instantly the tiny machinery of the brain spun again at its fullest limit. “He’s going to try to sell us out, is he? All right. We’ll sell, too. We’ll see who can sell the most⁠—Crookes or Jadwin.”

“Sell! You mean buy, of course.”

“No, I don’t. I’ve been thinking it over since you left last night. Wheat is worth exactly what it is selling for this blessed day. I’ve not inflated it up one single eighth yet; Crookes thinks I have. Good Lord, I can read him like a book! He thinks I’ve boosted the stuff above what it’s worth, and that a little shove will send it down. He can send it down to ten cents if he likes, but it’ll jump back like a rubber ball. I’ll sell bushel for bushel with him as long as he wants to keep it up.”