Suppose we withdraw it altogether, eh? I am quite satisfied. We
will put back the shares in the safe and you shall keep your money."
"No, I'm d - d if you do!" Trent answered bluntly. "You've had your
money and I'll have the shares. I don't leave this bank without
them, and I'll be shot if ever I enter it again."
So Trent, with his back against the wall and not a friend to help
him, faced for twenty-four hours the most powerful bull syndicate
which had ever been formed against a single Company. Inquiries as
to his right of title had poured in upon him, and to all of them
he had returned the most absolute and final assurances. Yet he knew
when closing-time came, that he had exhausted every farthing he
possessed in the world - it seemed hopeless to imagine that he could
survive another day. But with the morning came a booming cable from
Bekwando. There had been a great find of gold before ever a shaft
had been sunk; an expert, from whom as yet nothing had been heard,
wired an excited and wonderful report. Then the men who had held
on to their Bekwandos rustled their morning papers and walked
smiling to their offices. Prices leaped up. Trent's directors
ceased to worry him and wired invitations to luncheon at the West
End.
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