“Your orders?” said the broker, at last. “The same as yesterday; keep the market up⁠—that’s all. It must not go below a dollar fifteen. But act on the defensive. Don’t be aggressive, unless I send word. There will probably be very heavy selling the first few moments. You can buy, each of you, up to half a million bushels apiece. If that don’t keep the price up, if they still are selling after that⁠ ⁠… well”; Gretry paused a moment, irresolutely, “well,” he added suddenly, “if they are still selling freely after you’ve each bought half a million, I’ll let you know what to do. And, look here,” he continued, facing the group, “look here⁠—keep your heads cool⁠ ⁠… I guess today will decide things. Watch the Crookes crowd pretty closely. I understand they’re up to something again. That’s all, I guess.”