“I don’t know,” answered Gretry, slowly and thoughtfully. “Perhaps⁠—there’s a chance⁠—. Frankly, J. , I don’t think we can. The Pit is taking heart, that’s the truth of it. Those fellows are not so scared of us as they were a while ago. It’s the new crop, as I’ve said over and over again. We’ve put wheat so high, that all the farmers have planted it, and are getting ready to dump it on us. The Pit knows that, of course. Why, just think, they are harvesting in some places. These fellows we’ve caught in the corner will be able to buy all the wheat they want from the farmers if they can hold out a little longer. And that Government report yesterday showed that the growing wheat is in good condition.”

“Nothing of the sort. It was a little over eighty-six.”

“Good enough,” declared Gretry, “good enough so that it broke the price down to a dollar and twenty. Just think, we were at a dollar and a half a little while ago.”

“And we’ll be at two dollars in another ten days, I tell you.”