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'That :vital, fateful word-it's coming now!" trembled fascinated Dal. "So's death!" shrieked Tom Gr.een, leaping forward. Darting to the iron door, murderous Mulford seized tbe handle 'to pull it shut and bolt the boys in with .their fiery doom? i


WIDE AW AKE WEEKLY A CO/tl'PLETE ST01lY EVERY WEEK. Issued Weekly-By Subscription $ 2.50 per year. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1906, in the offlce o f the Librarian of. Congtess, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. No. 2 NEW Y.ORK, APRIL. 27, 1906. P r ice 5 Cents Off the Ticke r . I OR, FATE AT A MOMENT'S NOTICE. By TOM DAWSON I CHAPTE R I. DAL'S FIRST CHANCE TO D O THI NGS. "Whew! You've got a tough job now.'t "Not so bad," replied Dal. "It will keep you here until ten o'clock to-night." "Humph!" grunted Syd Adams. "You must love work!" "I do." "Huh!" "I've loved work ever since I came here," D al wen t on, blithely. "I'm working for Spofford now." "That's a great privilege, ain't it?" "It is and it isn't," Dal pursued, smiling. "1 the[B's any real brains and smartness in me, Spofford will find it out and give me a chance to boost myself ahead in life. If I'm a failure-a miss-Spofford will find it out and fire me. I'll stand by the result of whether I keep my job." "Huh!" growled Syd. "So you think real merit counts in this shop?" "Why, everybody knows it does," retorted Dal. "Look at the fellows who've been promoted up high here in the last two years They didn't have to wait for any one els e to die, either, but just stepped up over other fellow's heads." "Huh! Yes! And look at the bunch of fellows who have been liounced in the last three months!" sniffed Syd. "Just because there wasn't any real stuff in 'em," snap ped Dal. "I tell you, it's the test-working for Spofford. The man who can't get along here will prove to be a failure anywhere you put him in life." "Oh, well, if you think so!" grunted Syd, exasperatedly. "But if you happen to be among those who are bounced I suppose you'll take a different view of this queer, crazy old shop." "Are you trying to get me bounced?" demanded Dal, drily. "What makes you say that?" queried Syd, sharply. "Why, you're standing here wasting my time and your own-no, not our time, but Spofford's. He pays for it." "Oh, bother!" came impatiently from Syd. "I don't think-" "Maybe you don't, but I want to. Run along--sprint skiddoo !" And Dal, with a scowling face, made a shooi:p.g motion / that drove Syd off i!1 disgust. Then Dal settled down busily to his work. It seemed like unimportant clerical work. It consisted merely of the copying of long lists of securi ties, for Spofford's was one of the great :financial houses of the day. -John Spofford enjoyed the reputation, among most of his employes, and with a very large shar e of the public, of being "the only square man" among the great money kings. Probably Spofford owned a couple of hundred million dollars of his own. In addition, he had entrusted to. his keepip.g hundreds of millions more from the generi lating public.


2 OFF THE TICKER. He was a power in the money world. A few words from I Dal worked faithfully away during the next twenty Spofford were often enough to send a stock up or down. mmutes. The public trusted him and looked upon him as a friend. Then, h e aring a step, he glanced around swiftly. Spofford's enemies were among the other great money Syd was coming back, his face a picture of wrath and kings, many of whom were banded together for the purpose disgust. -well, to put it plainly-for the purpose of robbing that "I guess I must be a failure," Syd stopped to say. section of the public which bought stocks for investment "What's the trouble?" Dal inquired. or speculation. "Old man said he wouldn't need me any longer. Gave Nine-tenths 0 Spafford's employes were his fast and me an order on the cashier for my pay up to Saturday. devoted friends. Oh, it's rotten-working for that kind of a fellow. I never This great money king played no favorites among those will again." who toiled in his busy offices. "No, I suppo s e not," said Da.1, drily. "There are very He employed every new man or boy. In his own quiet f e w Spoffords in the world." way, Spofford watched the work of every employe, and "But what do you think of a man who--" began Syd. knew what it was worth. "Pe rhaps I'll tell you after office hours-not now. I've Promotion went only by merit and good showing. got my hands full attending to my own bminess," Dal An office boy might be rai aed to a confide ntial pos ition retorted. inside of a couple of years. If he had the "right stuff" in "But--" him he was sure to be. d b "Pleas e go, Syd. I need all my time to a.tten to us1Dal Denby was one 0 the newest of the employes of ness." Spofford. For another hour Dal plugged away at his task. Left homeless by the death of his mother, when he was It was 11.30 now, and luncheon-time would come in half fourteen, Dal had traveled from a country town to New an hour. York City. "I'll cut luncheon s hort thought the boy. "I'd like to He had sold papers, blacked boots, carried hand luggage g et this work done as early to-night rui I can." had done almost anything for a while, and had made De11by did not sigh as many another seventeen year old little money at it. youngster would have done, over the long evening 0 work. Then he had secured a position as office boy-had held Night work was of common occurrence in Spofl'ord's tluee or four such positions, in fact, and at last, a half year office. before the opening of this narrative, he had entered SpofIn fac t, there was a small force of clerks who came on ford's as an office boy. in th e e v e nin g and r e mained all night, for Spo.fl'ord's offices In two months Dal found himself promoted to the telephone switchboard in that old building on a side street, not far from Wall Street, w e re never closed. Just two weeks before the present day he had bee n sent "Mr. Denby will report to Mr Spofford's office at once!" to one of the accounting desks, for John Spofford had call e d a boy as he passed our hero's desk. discovered, in some way of his own, that Dal had been Dal Denby almost f e ll backward off his stool. taking night lessons in bookkeeping It was not oft e n that Spofford sent for his "small fry" Dal felt reasonably certain, therefore, that he was pleaswork e r s When he did it always meant something out of ing "the old man," as Spafford's employes called him, alth e u s ual. though the money king was but a trifle pa s t fifty. "Mr. Adams will report to Mr. Spofford!" called an "I wonder whether the old man is giving al l his atten-office boy, pas s ing through the room in which the two tion to firin g b0ys this moming?" thrilled Denby, as he clerks were employed. hurried down th e long corridor that led to the private offices Syd got down off his chair in hruite. He looked half of the money king. frightened, half p l eased, as he started for private First of all, Dal entered the public office, where people office. in g e neral waited for a chance to see the money king. "Perhaps Syd's chance has come," murmured Dal, across At a gate at the further end of this office Dal was the top of the double desk, on the other side of which Tom obli ged to state his errand to the burly watchman on guard Green worked. "I hope he's going to get his chance." ther e er' .. Tom, plodding steadily away over a ledger, glanced up Th e n he passed through into an office, where half a for just an instant, shook his head, seriously, then redoze n c o nfidential clerRs had their desks sumed his work. Now, a short corridor and here at the door of the money Tom was not likely to be advanced very far at Spof Icing's very private ofi:ice stood Mulford, broad shouldered ford's but he was at least fairly certain of being able to and powerful-looking hold his job. It was Mulord's business to watch that private door-He was not very clever, but a good, pa.tient, faithful to admit no one whom Spofford did not want to see. plodder-and there is need of some of this kind in the l "I've been sent for," Dal explained. "I know," Mulford, and swung open the door.,


' OFF THE TICKER. s .As Dal entered the charmed room of money greatness---: the first time he had been there since the day when he was engaged-he saw the same large and rather bare-looking apartment. In this there was a big rolltop desk, a massive safe, and a few chairs. . But Dal's whole gaze was on the man at the desk. John Spofford, as he heard the boy's step, whirled about. "Oh, it's you, Denby?" "Yes, sir." Spofford was rather tall, slightly bald and moi re than slightly stout. He had a round, rosy face that would have been jolly had it not been for the cares that a great busi ness printed across his features. So far as the employes of the place knew, Spofford never joked and seldom smiled. But Spofford did smile, for just a second, now, as he motioned to Dal to sit in the chair close to the desk. "You're rather young, aren't you, Denby?" "Seventeen, sir.'' "Younger than I thought." Dal remained silent. "Here's a little document that may interest you," con tinued the money king, unfolding a paper and passing it to our hero. "Shall I read it now, sir?" ."Of course." Dal's eyes swam with mist as he took in the first few ./ lines. "Why, it authorizes me, sir, at any time within thirty days, to order your brokers to buy or sell one hundred thou sand shares of General Traction stock at par, or to sell the same number at ninety." "Exactly," said his employer, shortly. Dal waited, not attempting to speak. "The wol'k you were on this morning will be given to another," went on Mr. Spofford. "When you go back, go into that little office off your present room. Seat yourself at the desk. .As the stock and other financial news come,:; off the ticker on the tape, read the tape, cut it up and paste it 011 sheets of paper. Send those sheets, by office boy, to Mr. Dalton. 'fhat's all you'll appear to be doing.'' John Spofford placed great emphasis on the word "appear." "Now, listen well," continued the great money king: ".As you will understand, you are holding in your hand my authorfaation to make a ten-million dolla.r deal for me. Really, it means more, for countless millions of other peo ple's money will be at stake You grasp that?" "Y se, sir." "You're to buy or sell, at the figures given, according to your own far as that paper shows. As a fact, you're to buy or sell strictly according to my o rder.'' "You'll call me here when you want to give the order?" Dal queried. "I shan't be here, after another hour. I'm going out of town. No one will know where I am I shall send no word to the office." "Why, sir, this is your power of attorney for thirty days, "Then, where shall I get my orders, sir?" authorizing me to "Off the ticker "Sh!" Dal felt a trifle staggered. The warning exclamation was barely audible, but SpofThe "old man" meant to go away into such seclusion ford's .ngers gripped the boy's shoulders hard as he passed that he would not even send a telegram to his own office. Dal on tip-toe and went softly toward the doorr. Yet he would send in the order for a deal involving count Without making a sound, Spofford reached the door, less millions on the tape of the stock ticker, where it wou l d jerking it swiftly open. be read by every man interested in the busy money mar M ulford, the guard of this door, down on his knees, ket wit"I. one ear to the key-hole, all but lost his balance and "Remember," said Spofford, briefly, "the one word, fell into the room. 'ozone.' It isn't a common word It will mean eve)"ything "I was just going to call you, Mulford," said "the old to you-when you find it 011 the ticker. If you fail to man," quietly. "Report to the head porter for something find it there, you'll cost me a big fortune, and ruin hun -that you're to do. Go at once." dreds of people Do you understand?" Mulford, turning first very red, and then very white, Upderstand? Dal felt as if his head was whirling so shambled to his feet, muttering something under his fast that he must fall off the chair. breath "I shall keep my eyes glued to the tape of the ticker," But he went without a word, Spofford watching the pry he replied, huskily. ing fellow until he had passed into the office of the confidential clerks. Then, returning1po his desk, the m.oney king half aloud : / "Confound these spies Still, they're useful, sometimes Turning to his telephm;ie, the money king sent a message, in a few words, that Dal neither understood nor tried to understand. "Now we're safe from prying, Denby," resumed the "old man," turning once more to our hero. "Let me see that you comprehend that paper." CH.APTER II. A POISONOUS SN AKE WITH HANDS AND FEET. "Now, let every word that I say sink in deep," were the words from his employer that brought Dal Denby out of his trance. "The first time you see the word 'ozone' on the ticker,


4 OFF THE TICKER. that mean s for you to get ready b y goin g to the vault ro o m for this powe r of attorn ey. It'll be in the little g reen s afe Her e's a key to the safe. Get the powe r of attorney, put it in y our poc k e t, and b e ready for the s econd time that you find the word 'ozon e' i on the tic ker, which will be v e ry soon after. This s e cond tim e you find the w o rd ozone' on the tap e my name will be m e ntioned in c onn e ction in the s ame sente nce. Under stand?" 1 "Yes sir." "The re will al s o be in that s entenc e a word that ex presses the m e anin g of going up, o r els e a word that may be interpreted a s going down. If it's up, hurry to my broker s and buy on e hundred thou s and s hare s of General Traction. If the word mean s down, then hustle to sell the s hares. Got that straight?" "Yes, sir." Then, her e's the k e y to the vault room, and here's a s lip of pap e r giv ing th e combination that you hav e to have besides the key. R e ad th e c ombination and r e peat it to me." Dal read through the letter s of the combination twice, then rep e ated them. "You won' t forget any part of this ?" asked the money king, s harply N ot a word, s ir. It's all burned in my brain, I believe," Dal a.nswered, simply. "Good! Now when you g o back to your des k you'll find another clerk the r e Go to the office and sit beside the ti c k e r from now on. When you get the fir s t 'ozone' off th e tick e r you will want some safe f e llow to g o to the vault room with you. He mu s t g o to the brok er's with you, too. Tha t's for your protecti o n if an y trick e ry i s trie d a ga inst you. Who is a good, saf e s teady, reliable fellow for the job?" "Tom Green, sir," Dal replied, without loss of a sec. and. "Very good. By the tim e you reach your old desk, Green will b e at y our orders. Remember, you're not to tell him wha t 's up." "I won't." Nor any on e e l s e." "No, sir." "There ar e a few s pie s in this place," went on the "old man,'' grimly. "I think I know most of them. You saw how I caught Mulfo r d li s tening at that door. Don't talk, and don't let any one get an idea that you've anything un u s ual on." "I won't," Dal replied, gravely. He :felt as if he had age d twenty year s s ince entering this private office. "Yon can take y our lunch b e tween twelv e and one e very day. The s i g nal word won't come durip.g the noon hom. But it's lik e ly to come at an y other hour that the s tock mark e t i s open Whe n the Stock Exchang e closes for the da y you' r e throu g h too, for that day Now go!" Thi s s udd e n dismissal came with the abruptness of a jolt. Dal sprang to his fe e t a s if an electric wire had become suddenly bu s y under him. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Denby." As our hero turned and hastened away John Spoff o rd sat looking after his clerk with approving gaze. "He'll do-he's got to do!" murmured the money king, anxiou s ly, as the swinging door shut D a l out from h is view. "He has been faithful and he i sn't old enou g h or exp e rienced enough to see through the gam e for hi s own profit at my expense. He'll do! He's got to do! But it's a fearfully big stake to place on a boy s o y oun g !" As Dal had said, every word of his instruction s s ee med burned into his brain. It did not s eem possible that be could forget Dr go wrong. Just before be reached his old desk, whe re Hubba rd, an other clerk, was already seated, Dal gave a start at realizing that he did not have the power of attorney with him. "Oh, of course!" he muttered. "Spofford took it back again, and will lock it up in the green safe in the vault room." There was a new cleark at T 'om Gre en's desk too. T 'om stood close by his :former job, eye ing our h e ro a s the latter came up. "At your orders," was Tom's greeting. "Our job i s in that little office over there, now," Dal replied and '1ecl the way. The door to the little room was unlo c ked and both boys pas sed inside, our hero carefully closing the door. "Well?" demanded Tom, curiously. "It's an easy enough job," Dal returned, briefly. "Y 011're to sit at that d e sk, with paste-pot and shear s I'm to read the t ape off the ticker and then pass the tap e to you You cut it up into lengths, ancl paste it on s heets. Whenever you get two or three sheets ready, call an office boy and send the sheets to Mr. "I see. Well?" "That's all I know," reto rted Dal, bri efly. "See here, Dal, clo you mean to s a y that we've been take n off real work and sent ,in here to play the monkey?" "I've nothing but my order s,'' came from Dal Denby. "I'm not going back of them." "I suppo s e that' s nodded Tom, s eating himself at the desk, which 'was already s upplied with the scissors, paste and paper that he needed. "But I wonder what the old man's real game is?" "If he had wanted me to know he'd have told me," Dal rejoined "But," he added, warily, mindful of the secrecy that had been impbsed upon him, "my o rders haven't mu c h to do with Spofford. I report to Mr. Dalton." "Do we take orders from Dalton?" Tom wanted to know. "You don t Tom. Y o u get your s from m e Denby glanced up at the clock, discovering that it was five 'minutes after noon. "This i s where we go to lunch," he aillilQ'unced. "All right, boss," grinned Tom, and jumped up quickly. Being chum s the tw.o youngst e ra went to lunch togeth e r. T o m was sil ent, wondering what the whole game could be. Dal who kn e w mo re of what was goin g on, was think ing in a different strain. "That's jus t like old Spofford, from all I've heard of him," our hero's brain ran on, busily. "For month s h e


OFF THE TICKER. I doesn't tieem to know that I'm there. Now he se nd s for me and trusts a fortune in my hands He doesn't even take the trouble to say that he trusts me, but he' must. Dal, old fellow, if you keep your head and don't let it get swelled, I guess your chance has come. Keep your wits, Dal, my boy, and I guess you'll, bye-and-bye, find yourself one of the prize winners in that queer old money shop." At five minutes before one Dal Denby had both himself and Tom back :In the little office with the ticker. For the next two hours or more it seemed to Dal that he must be in a fever. Not once, when the ticker was clicking, did he let his staring gaze wander from the little tape that fluttered between his fingers. Three times, at least, did the name of Spofford appear in the afternoon's stock market news, but not once did "ozone" stare him in the face from the tape. Tom Green, meanwhile, patiently pasted the cut-up tape and dispatched the sheets to Mr. Dalton, who was one of the managers of the office. Then came the message which showed that the Stock Exchange had closed for the day. "That's all, Tom," Denby announced. "What?" "We're through when the market "What? Through at this time of the day? Ain't that great! Dal-, how long does this job last?" "Search me," was the non-committal answer of the young boss of the ticker room. Anxious looks followed the two young clerks as they passed out with their hats on. "What are you going to do the rest of the afternon, Dal?" Tom asked. "Walk about Wall Street a bit, I guess." "Then it's me off for the Y. M. 0. A. gym," anno1mced Green, who was an. ardent follower of physical culture. "What time do I get down in the morning?" "Quarter to nine." "Great! Well, so long, boss!" At a swinging stride, Tom was off. Dal walked more slowly He turned into Wall Street, for that great highway of money posseo;sed an o-verpowering fascination for him. Dal had already mapped otit bis future. He. meant to be one of the great financial powers of the future. That was his fixed ambition. All that was left was for him to realize it! Denby had walked almost to the entrance to the Stock Exchange when he felt an eager hand on his shoulder. T11rning, he fol!lild himself gazing up intothe sinister eyes of Mulford the confidential guard who had been that morning shifted to a less impo-rtant position in Spofford's office. " are you going, Den by?" queried the big fellow. "Just taking a walk," Dal replied. 1 "Good!" Mulford whispered, eagerly "I want you to take a little walk with me." "Where?" "To the place I'm going fo. See here, lad," and Mulford bent over, whispering eagerly and mysteriously tho-ugh not one man in the hurrying thron gs that surged past them gave as much as a glance at either, "there is a good deal in ta king this walk with me!" "A good deal in it?" repeated Dal. "What on earth do you mean?" "There's a chance for you to make big money." "What are you talking about?" "You know what you and old Spofford were talking about this morning?" Dal was instantly on his guard, suspicio us and foxy. "Yes, I know," he replied. "But there was no big money in that talk." "There is, if you'll give straight news about that same talk," Mulford insisted;and the big fellow trembled in his eagerness. "See here, .Mulford"-Dal's voice rang sharply-"if you've got anything to say, you'd better say it straight and quick. Don't beat about the bush." Mulford's big frame shook with eagerness as he whis pered: "Boy, there are parties who stand ready to pay two hundred thousand dollars-cash spot down-for a stra i ght account of all that Spofford said to you this morning. What do you say?" "People ready to pay me such a tremendous price as that?" Dal quivered, inwardly. If Spofford could have foreseen that I'd have an offer like this-but of course he foresaw it. Tha.t shows me how thol'O'ughly he has trusted me." But the boy's eyes blazed angrily as he looked up again at the big fellow ":Mulford," he quavered, "are you such a poisonous hu man snake that you'll work for Spofford and take his wages, and yet be ready to sell him out at the first chance?" "Rats!" grinned lVIulforc.1, anxiously. "We're all work ing for ourselves, ain't we? That's what everybody does in Wall Street, ain't it?" "I suppose we must look after ourselves first," Dal admitted, with a strange smile. "That's the way to talk!" "This is straight goods about my price, is it?" "Straight as a string!" "Lead the way, then!" With a snort of joy Mulford thrust one arm through our hero's and walked him briskly clown the stree t. Dal had just one thing he wanted to know. Was the "System" back of this attempt to make him betray his tnu::t? "The System" was the name popularly applied to a col lection of several" of the great money kings of the United States. These men of the "System" were banded togeth er to boos t stock s up 0or down, as suited their own purposes in the fleecing of the public.


6 OFF THE TICKER. This robbery 0 the people the "System" carried on "What are you hanging back for?" Mulford persisted. largely through the stock market. "Come along!" The "System" controlled the money market in every way. "No; I guess I won't," spoke Dal, co. ally. in its power, ancl went even to the length of buying up "What's that?" his companion cried, hoarsely. "Going State legislatures and other governing bodies in order to back on me, are you? I've a good mind to kill you I'm secure i.he passage of laws that would aid in the System's desperate, Denby, and I wgn't stand any fooling!" schemes for getting richer at the expense of the common If looks could have killed, as the big fellow blazed sa.v people of the country . agely into the boy's eyes, Dal Denby would have been dead John Spo fforcl stood out as the one powerful opponent right then and there. of the System. But Dal's face suddenly rippled into a smile. He l ooked Tin)e and again the System had tried to crush Spofford mightily amused. in the money markets, but always, so far, they had failed. "Been playing with me, have you?" raged the big fellow, "Js the System trying to bribe me into helping them to unmindful of the crowd of Wall Street men that h u rried ruin the 'old man' now?" was the thought that kept buzz))y without bothering its heads about this pair ing in Dal's busy brain, as he walked along with Mulford Dal laughed heartily n0iw. His glee, though, was all "Gracious! The more I think it over the more certain sham. it seems that, if the System could buy me, body and soul, "What you laughing at?" Mulford g l ared. they could ruin honest, fighting old John S..:pofford !" "I'm amused at you, Mulford." Mulford had slowed his eager steps, and was turning in "Oh, you are, eh, you--" toward a broad doo r "I'm wondering what your con is." Dal looked. He saw what he had expected the e n trance "My con?" to the great skyscraper i.n which the System was known to "Yes What kind o.f an old confidence game are you have its Wall Street headquarters trying to play on me, anyway? Offering me a fortune "Here we are," whispered Mulford, hoarsely to go and tell somebody what John Spofford said to me in "Who are we going to see?" Dal asked. his office this morning ?'t "You'll mighty soon be talking to the parties!" "It's no c o n. The money's ready Don't you want it?" "And they'll really pay that amazing price for what I "Yes, of course I do. But I wouldn't get it-not even if can tell 'em?" I sold my soul out as you are pretending to be doing. No 1 "It's a cinch-a copper riveted certainty!" his guide de-sane man would pay me more than two dollars, at the outclared, warmly. side, to know what instructions I got about my new job Dal hung back slightly as Mulford tried to press him this morning." forward into the building. Mulford's face had taken on a more dangerous shade now. Our hero was debating within himself whether to go He was at white heat-a man who could not be trifled further, and find out just who the men were who were be-with. hind this attack on John Spofford. you, Da l Denby, who are giving the con,'' he quiv-CHAPTER III. THE PROWLER AT WORK. "Come right along," spoke Mulford, eagerly, taking a tighter grip on the boy's arm "Shall I?" wondered the boy. "Shall I try to find o ut what and who ,is behind this queer piece of work?" In his hesitation he hung back. "You ain't going to back out now, are you?" Mulfortl's tone was suddenly anxious. There was a tremble in the tone, as if he had played for high stakes and feared to lose. "Don't be a baby or a fool," he urged. "Come right on in and get your money-big money!" But Dal had suddenly made his decision. "All Spofford expects of me is to. follow orders to the letter. If I vary a hair's breadth from the orders I'm almost sure to make a huge mistake." ered. "Don't try to argue Are you going to keep your bargain with me--0r are you going to take the conse quences?" "Neither,'' laughed Hal. "I'm going to skiddoo "And throw away all that money?" insisted the big fel low, hoarsely. "It isn't there." "And throw me down on the big stake I was to get out of this business He looked as if he wou ld pounce upon the boy and tear him to those big, powerful hands of his Dal shivered a little, despite the protection that seemed to be all around him in the presence of the passing ct:awd. "You make me think of the figure qf that face carved in the stone up over that 1 rernarked Dal, pointing up overhead before them Mulford looked, for an instant. He heard Dal dart off, turned pprsued Denby had dashed into the road, and was now on the lde of a passing truck. Muttering curses, Mulford followed the boy. But Dfl,l had rounded the truck and lost himself in the passing crowd


OFF THE 'l'ICKER. '1 While 11 ulford regained the sidewalk, and sto od staring in all directions, Dal turned a corner and soon was past pursuit. "Now, what on earth does it all mean?" he gasped, in bewilderment. "The whole thing, from Spofford's instruc tions on, is a puzzle. It makes my brain ache! I u sed to think I'd like to be one of Spafford's important men I wonder if they all get such dizzying, meaningless, b e wildering jobs as the one that has come to me?" Dal felt the need of open air to clear away the cobwebs that befogged his brain Walking well over to the West Side of the great, bi g town, he turned his face uptown. Meaning to walk only a part of the way, Dal kept on and on. When he really began to understand where he was, he concluded that he was so near home that he would finish the distance on foot. Down West T'wenty-fourth Street he tumed, and kept on until he was well over toward the shore o f the North River. He halted, at last, before a three-story brick house. He went slowly up the steps, let himself in with a latch-key, and climbed two flights of stairs. With another key he opened the door of a tiny attic room. Dal was at home--the only home he knew It was a tiny little bit of a room, with a cot, two chairn, a wash"'8tand and a small, battered trunk. On top of the trunk rested the half dozen books that our hero owned. With them was an old magazine and a Sunday pa per: No window was there to this room. The only light came through half of the skylight that lighted his room and the next. Out of the nine dollars a week that he got at Spafford's, Dal paid four for this room, with the morning and evening meals. "Home!" muttered Dal, queerly, as he glanced around the tiny, stuffy little place. "Oh, no matter! If I stick to my 'ozone' orders I'll soon have a better place than this." It being nearly dark in the room in the April evening, Dal li ghted a gas -jet that had been all but stopped with plaster of pa ris. By this dim glow the boy sat down to think. "I really ought not to carry them about at night," he reflected Down on his knees he went, prow ling under the cot. The edge of the dingy carpet by the wall was loosely laid Dal slipped the keys in under the carpet, then rose. "No one would think of looking there, even if he knew I had the keys," smiled the boy. Then, going out, he locked the door and ran nimbly down to the floor below. "Yes, I'm going to suppei"" replied Tom, who was busy washing up. ".And what are you going to do this evening?" "Nothing especial. Let's you and me go for a walk It don't cost an'.)'thing. Go up and get your hat, and we' ll go direct from the table.'' Dal ran up. He thrilled with a feeling that he couldn' t explain when he saw the door of his room s lightly open. "Why, I thought I locked it, he quivered "I--" He pushed the cioor open-then fell back a step-aghast. There before him, cro uching as if for a spring, was Mu lford! "You here?" gasped Dal, in a voice hardly a .hove a whis per. "How did you get here?" "Sliut your mouth!" hissed Mulford. "N<:>t until you tell me what you're doing here." "You fool, shut up! Let me by!" "You can't-shan't-go!" Mulford sneered and took a quick step forward. He regarded the boy as being too small, too soft, too timid to offer resistance. That was just where he made his mistake For Dal Denby, without turning his face away, had jumped backward to a closet door Like a flash he reached in behind him and now D al Denny stood barring the passage to the stai rs. Over his head he swung a bed -slat-an ugly enough loeking weapon in the hands of a desperate boy. "Get out of the way! Don't make a muss!" quavered Mulford, taldng cautious, crafty step forward. Swat! Dal didn't hesitate a second Down came the slat across the top of Mulford's head. Had the big fellow really believed that the blow was coming he might have fended it off. Instead, he went down to the floor under the suddenness of the determined attack. His watch showed him that it was nearly s upper-time. Swat! For Dal; fighting like a tiger at bay, had followed He wondered if he had appetite e nough to eat up the first blow with a second "Wonder if Tom's back?" he mutte red, rising "Stop it!" roared Mulford. Tom Green, by v irtue of paying a little more out of his "Get back into that room, then!" {;J'f ten weekly dollars, ana having a roommate, was able to have "Stand back!" roared Mulford, l eaping to his feet and a little better quarters on the floor below. parrying a third blow that came without an instant;s As Dal rose, the two keys that had been given him by of time Mr Spofford jang l ed in his pocket .. "Get back there and give an account of yourself!" "Those keys! Oh, yes, I must look well after them," stormed Denby, his eyes :fl!shing with a light that had reflected the boy. W c.iuldn't there be the deucy_, ,t,o pay never been seen there before if I lost 'em?" Crack! As this blow descended, Mulford caught the sla t J Taking the keys out, he tied them together with a piece .in his hands . of string. Like a flash he dropped it, sprang forward, landed a


8 OFF THE TICKER. blow on the boy's stomach that drove all his breath out. Dal fell backward, weakly, while Mulford sprang down the stairs. The street door slammed before Dal was able to call: "Tom! Tom Green! Quick!" "What's the blasted row?" queried Tom, from his door below. Then, seeing Dal standing weakly, holding to the ballusTer rail, Tom darted up the stairs. "Turf around-hot-foot--try to catch Mulford!" quiv ered the boy. For just an Green looked dazed. Then, swiftly comprehending, he turned and bolted down the stairs. Dal followed as soon as h e.cou ld get his wind. But out in the street both young fellows halted, non]" l u:ssed. U ulford was nat to be seen. What was the row about, anyway?" Tom demanded, c:1:;0usly, as they went up the steps again together. "The fellow was prowling in my room." "Forget it, then," advised Tom, cheerily. "There's ::ing up there worth stea lin g." ''Oh, i1m't there?" Dal :fl.ashed, inwardly. "But he didn't rn time to get it." Dal went straight to the landlady to dema .nd hnw' Mull"> :cl had gotten into the house. "What kind of a looking mfm was he?" asked the l':oman. Dal described Mulford. "Why, a man like that 'rented the room yours an hour ago," the woman announced "The-room-next t o mine?" panted Dal, staring at h'ard. Mulford had bored two or three small holes in that par tition with a gimlet. The feeble light, shining through these holes, had caught the boy's gaze. "Why_ I can see about everything in my room," groaned Dal. "Of course he saw me hide keys. Oh, how easy it all was-how infernally easy!" Not for more than ten seconds did thU;t dazed, agonized spell la st. Dal Denby was, natumlly, a boy of action. Despair could not long chain him when there was swift work to be done. "Those keys!" he blazed, as he sprang for the door. "Those keys! Mulford! I'll have the keys back if I hav e to take his life Uttering that rash threat, I>al dashed down the two flights of stairs In. his frenzy he had no time to think whether he really meant his deadly threat. He knew only that the keys were gone-that Mulford had th.em! "Tlte scoundrel I The traitor! The cur!" Slam went the street door behind him, just as s low moving Tom Green came out of the landl:idy's room. Totn walked rather briskly to the door, went out, and stared He was just in time to see flying Dal turn the corner, eastwaru-resolute, wrathful Dal off on the enand of his CHAPTER IV. "Yes, and paid me the week's in advance. H e DAL TURNS DESPERATELY TO HIGHWAY ROBBERY. seemed like a nic e enough s ort of a-why, whe re's that boy gone to?" gasped the l andlady "On Eighth Avenue-west-just north of Thirty-second Tom, too, looked mightly puzzled as h e s tared towa rd Street!" the stairs. That address Dal quivered out as he darted along up Dal ha

OFF 'l'HE TICKER. "Has Mulford gone home, or has he raced away somewhere else to deliver those keys?" It was terrifying to Dal Denby, that awful uncertainty. He felt almost too dizzy to stand u_p. Then he started, quivered anew, stiffened up, and at once his own self. There, on the other side of the avenue, was Mulford, walking briskly along. Dal had a desperate impulse to dash across the street and throttle the big fellow. \ But he realized that he couldn't do it. Mulford was too big and strong to be bested in a fair fight "Foxy, boy!" Dal ordered himself. He slunk into a doorway, watching. M ulford's 'face expressed complete satisfaction as Dal watched him from across the avenue. "Oh, you've won out!" quivered the boy, wretchedly. "But wait-:-wa .it I'll have those keys, if I have to take your life along with Again our hero failed to realize how bloodthirsty his threat sounded. He could think of nothing but keys! 19 Mulford was thinking, apparently, of nothing but his own easy success, for he grinned, darkly, and stepped as if treading on air Then, sudden ly, Dal froze stiff with the coming of a new, dreadful thought. "Why, that scoundrel could go right to the vault roomto the little green safe-if he suspects. No one a t Spof ford's could stop him Having the keys would give him authority enough to enter the vault, for the old man doesn't give written orders when he can help it." Mulford in the vault Mulford in possession of th, e power of attorney, ready to turn it over to the money kings, who had paid him to turn traitor to his employer The of consequences 'that flashed up before the boy's mind made him sick and

10 OFF THE TICKER. But Mulford did not turn. Dal was near-ever getting nearer He looked like an assassin creeping upon his prey. Club ready, ancl gripped tightly in his right hand, young Denby covered the last of the distance that separated them. He was within easy striking di s tance now-with Mul ford wholly unconscious of danger. "A good blow, a straight one, a strong one!" Dal quavered, inwardly. Up went the club-down it came! But not for the head. Dal, who had recklessly felt that he could almost talrn life for the sake of getting those keys back, now found it simply impossible to aim his J>ludgeon at the top of the unsuspecting Mulford's head. Crack! The club landed athwart of Mulford's right shoulder. It was a forceful assault, delivered with all the strength of a desperate purpose. From Mulford came a shriek, then a groan. Though hit only on the shoulder, the fellow pitched and fell Like a flash the boy was a-top of him. You?" gasped the wretch. "Give me those keys!" -stormed Dal, in a low but pene trating tone Somehow-he did not know himself how he did the trick :.._Denby instantly got a hold on Mulford's throat, his arm in front, the stick pressing behind. Against that vise-like strangle the big fellow squirmed and struggled. "It's no use hissed Dal. "You've got to give up those ke31s or take the consequences." Mulford's tongue was protruding, the veins of his neck and face swelling. Dal, who rather under-guessed the amount of choking that a strong man can stand, let go the pressure then, but passed his hands swiftly over the fellow's do. thing. Ah There the keys were--must be. In frantic haste Dal Denby thrust his hand into the discovered pocket, drew if forth. He had the keys That was all he realized. Leaping up, he turned and darted, making like a human greyhound for Ninth Avenue. "Help Murder Police Thieves .he heard Mulford shqut, lustily. "Stop the hold-up man! Stop him! Catch him! Lynch him!" There was the sound of many swift feet in pursuit. Dal tried to redouble his speed. Rap! That sound made the boy sick at heart. He knew it, recognized it-trembled. It was the signal given by a policeman's club against the pavement "Stop him! That's a hold-up man! Catch him!" "A crowd will be laying for me at the corner!" thought the fleeing boy, desperately, as he neared Ninth Avenue. But he must take a chance. Nothing but death or a stn,ng arm should stop him now. As Dal reached the corner, wheeling south, he had an instant's glance of nearly a dozen men in full chase be hind. He had a good start. No one on the avenue seemed to understand that the boy was a fugitive from juatice A dozen doors or so down the avenue, and Dal was seized by an inspiration. A man, taking his k-ey out of one o.f the front doors, was about to pass inside. It took but a fraction of a second to think it out in this desperate plight. Right behind the man as he entered was young Denby. Not turning to look around, the man let the door swing back. Dal just dodged inside, then closed the door himself. Upstairs went the man, turned the balustrade and started on up another flight ./ But Dal was safe--or hoped he was. Out on the he heard flying feet go past him "Stop the thief!" But, even as Dal listened, he heard the pursuing feet slacken in their speed. Quivering, afraid to peer out, Dal waited and listened. "It would be the toughest kind of luck to get arrested now-kept away from the ticker and that word, 'ozone,' he faltered. "I wonder if every fellow the police are after feels as I feel now?" What was that? Voices The pursuing party coming, disgustedly, back, evidently. There was Mulford's voice, saying: "'ralk about your queer hold ups, officer. That was the queerest ever. Just a boy, that I could eat up, if I got at him fair. But he soaked me from behind with a club, downed me and began choking me with a strangle-ho ld be tween his arm and his club. Then he went through my pockets before I could breathe. Oh, he was a terror; to do a quick thing like that!" "Ever see the kid before?" sounded the policeman's voice Dal strained his ears, but the late pursuers had passed out of earshot. "And I've got the keys!" thrilled Dal Denby, exultantly. There was a faint light there in the hallway, that came from a gas-jet on the first landing Dal brought out the looked a.t them eagerly. "The same keys!" he muttered, joyously. "N o w-oh, if I can only get out of this neighborhood without being caught!" For full ten minutes he waited, tqough. Then he opened the door softly, venturing to peer out. There was no trace of the reqmt excitement. All on Ninth A venue appeared to be moving along as usual. "I'l: l 1 chance it-I must!" decided he boy. He stepped out, closing the door after him, then walked easily down the thoroughfare r


OFF THE TICKER. 11 "But I don't dare to go home, either," he reflected. "Mulford will come in some time to-night, perhaps. It wouldn't be s afe to try to get a wink of sleep to-night. I wonder if I'll ever sleep again?" Then another thought : "Why, it won't even be safe to go by the house! Mulford knows where to find me. He may be waiting there-with a policeman Gracious! I I've committed high way robbery, and can be sent to prison! Then what would become of my job at the ticker!" CHAPTER V. THE POWERFUL ENEMY ON DAL'S TRAIL. Again Dal Denby's heart threatened to stop beating. It was not the dread of going to prison that assailed him just then, but the far worse pro s pect of failing in the task that had been e ntrusted to him b y Spofford. "I'll tak e the L train and g e t downtown. A hotel will do me for to-night," he decided. "It's a mighty good thing to know that I've got a bit of money with me." The boy was no spendthrift. Though his pay was equal to little mOTe than his exP.enses, Denby had some seven dollars in his pocket-book in one of his pockets. More than that, tucked away in thin oil paper, were a ten-dollar and a twenty-dollar banknote that now rested securely between his shoe and the bottom of one of his socks. He climbed the steps at the nearest .ttion of the ele vated railway. A train whirled him down town. He walked briskly to one of the hotels, where he registered. "Any valuables?" inquired the clerk, shoving an en velope across the desk. "Whaf:s this for?" queried the boy. "Put any valuables you've got in the envelope, seal it, and I put it away in the safe. No one but yourself can get the valuables again." "Now, that is a great idea," murmured the boy to himself. Out came the precious keys. Slip! they into the envelope, which the clerk sealed securely and deposited in the safe. "No more fuss about the keys," murmured Dal. His mind thoroughly at rest now, he walked across to a chair near the window. There he sat looking out, enjoying the sense of rest and security for the night. He went up to bed early, but lay awake, tossing, for a full hour. His brain was so active that it seemed as if he would never again know the meaning of sleep. "I wonder if a money king ever gets a night's rest?" he pondered. "If his head is as full of torments as inine is just now, I wouldn't swap places with a money-king!" He tried, gropingly, to figure out the meaning of the day's great puzzle-what his instructions really meant? Why should John Spofford have trusted him with this handling of a ten-million-dollar deal? "Why doea he trust such a stupendous thing to me? Why didn't he explain his purpose a little? I wonder if any one else in those offices of Spafford's has any idea what my job is, or what it means?" In the midst of his perplexities, being healthy, Dal fell asleep. He had forgotten to leave a call, but fortunately was wide awake before seven o'clock. Getting the keys at the hotel office, and keeping his hand on them in his pocket always as he walked, Denby slipped Ollt for brea.Jdast. He was in the office shortly after half-past eight, going directly to the little room in which that fateful ticker stood. Shortly afterwards Tom Green bus tled in . "Hullo, Dal! What on earth got into you last night? And where did you s pend the night anyway?" "One question a week, Tom," laughed the boy. "And the fir s t que stion i sn't du e for seven days yet." "Oh, jus t a s y o u plea s e," uttered Green, gruffiy. "Only you acted like a crazy man last night." "I was crazy," Dal admitted, coolly. "Well, I'm glad to see that you're a bit over it this morning," sighed Tom. He was curious right up to the limit, but Dal was a queer chap, who, having refused to be questioned, was certain not to change his mind. "Did M: ulford come back to the house last night?" ques tioned young Denby. "Not that I know of. But what have you and he got against each other, anyway?" "Blessed if I know '"rhen why should Mulford get into your room, and why should you fight him, and why should you go out after him like a sky-rocket P" "Only one question a week!" Dal laughingly reminded his friend. "Oh, well, then," Tom assented, grudgingly. "Only if you land up in a bug-house, don't send for me to come and swear that you're as sane as other people!" Clicketty-click click There was the stock-ticker, starting in with its day's budget of Wall Street., stock exchange and other news, tele graphically recorded. Dal nervously pulled up a chair to the ticker, took in his hands th e fir s t bit of printed tape that came off, and gave all his attention to the task. The stock market was opening with a slight rally That much he learned from the first message. But what did Dal care whether the market was weak, or out of existence altogether? Nothing but "ozone" could chain his attention Tearing off the first yard of tape, he handed it to T 'om to paste. "Now, what on earth can this job mean?" grunted Tom


../ 12 OFF THE TICKER. Green. ""\\'nat good can it do to send this truck up to Dalto n, when he has a ticker just like this right beside his desk?" "I didn't think to ask Spofford," dodged Dal. Tom glanced shrewd ly at his friend. "Dal Denby, if you know the whole meaning of this stunt, and are keeping mum, you're sure the mummest kind of mummer that ever tackled such a job. And I half believe that you do know the meaning of this whole queer stunt." "I wish I did," Dal sighed, truthfully. For the next hour the ticker went on reeling off news of Wall Street and of the world's doings. Then, suddenly, Dal held his breath and read on. He had struck the name of John Spofford on the printed tape. Breathlessly, Denby followed the message to the end. The message stated that the stock market was slightly confused, owing to the absence of John Spofford from town, and the fact that no news of whereabouts could be ob tained At eleven o'clock the market was showing a weak ten dency, owing to the unexplained disappearance of Spofford. It was hinted that his disappearance was mysterious, and that bad consequences to the stock list might be looked for. Twice more before the luncheon hour Dal struck the name of his employer on the tape from the ticker. Yet not a word about "ozone" appeared. At a minute or two after twelve the boys started out for lunch together. Tom, who had gone a little ahead, darted back, pushing Dal backward. "Thought I'd tell you," whispered Tom. "Mulford's out there on the sidewalk." "Good!" thrilled Dal. "I want to see him." "Not going to fight?" "Booh, no! I shail walk right by him-that's all." Together the boys left the building. Mulford turned swiftly to look at our hero. The big fellow's face wore a scowl that was little less than murderous. Dal, having seen him, walked straight by without anpther look. "He didn't dare bring the police down here, on that old highway charge of his," the boy reflected. "But he'll be up to something else I've got to keep my eyes open." Luncheon over, and time to spare, the two youngsters sauntered slowly back toward the office. They had just turned into Wall Street when Dal sud denly became the center of a lively moving picture. A well-dre&sed but weakly-looking man of thirty stepped quickly up before the boy "You miserable little loafer!" hissed the stranger. Lunge! His fist shot swiftly out for Denby's face. Naturally, Dal dodged and hit quickly back. Thump I His blow landed on the stranger's che st. It wasnit much of a blow, but the cffeet was wonderful. For the stranger turned around like a top, then gered out into the road, falling in a heap. "Shame! Quit that!" roared a voice. In an instant Dal found himself struggling in the grasp of two strong men. "The most cowardly blow I ever saw!" "That boy ought to "A wholly unprovoked assault that!" Quickly enough a crowd gathered. A fight is the only thing that can make Wall Street take notice. A policeman elbowed his way through the crowd. "He ass aulted me!" denounced the man who had first struck at Dal, pushing bis way through the crowd. "Officer, I'll press complaint." "I saw the boy hit him!" So did I." Accuser and witnesses seemed to spring up from the ground. The policeman had a husky hold on Dal Denby ere Tom Green bad gotte:a. over bis first fit of gasping. "Hold on, officer! That :fellow struck my friend first!" Tom insisted. .. But accuser and witnesses talked so loudly that the po liceman half believed. he had seen the whole affair. "Off to jug with you, kid!" roared the officer. "I hope you get six months for that rough-house." All of the witnesses, and there were at least five of them on the spot, were all well-dressed men. They had the appearance of being "solid" business men. Tom's protestations, added to Dal's, were of no avail. The patrol wagon came in a hurry, Dal being pushed into it. "The System-the money back of Mulford and against John Spofford-this is one of their jobs!" groaned Dal, under his breath, as he was driven away under arrest. He could see loyal Tom Green following swiftly on foot. "It's anything to keep me away from the office," reflected our her.o, wretchedly, as he rode towa.rd the police station. "Locked up, what on earth can I do?" before he cpuld realize it, the boy found himself standing before the station-house desk. He was booked on the charge of assault. By this time accuser and witnesses arrived All declared, most positively, that Dal had begun the assault, and that it had been wholly without cause. "Liars, every one of you!" stormed Da.l, under his breath. "All of you ready to swear falsely against me in court, too. Every man of you a paid tool of the System. This is the way I am being followed up-anything to keep me from doing my sole duty!" The boy could have sobbed as 1he the possible meaning of the afternoon away from the ticker. The signal might come-he would be away from his post! The orders that he was to carry out must be neglected. The:ve was Tom, standing in the background, trying to make his solitary word for his friend heard. "If only I could turn this task of. mine over to Tom!" Denby faltered. "But I can't do even that. Spofford told


OFF THE TICKER. 18 Then Dal, following his instructions to the letter, sent me, particularly, not to trust a word of my business to anyone else." "Lock the boy up in Cell 5," ordered the sergeant. Clicketty-click Click As Dal was led away it seemed to him as if he could hear the busy ticker taking up its afternoon's work. Tricked away from his post of duty! The thought made the boy writhe. But there was no possible help for it. He was in the stern grip of the unyielding law now! CHAPTER VI. THE LAST HOPE OF SAFETY. Click! It wasn't the sound of the ticker this time, but the snap ping of therautomatic lock on the cell door. Dal Denby was.a secure guest in Number Five. "I might as well be !" half sobbed the boy, sinking down on the bench and burying his face in his hands. Steps outside, and then : "Say, Dal!" Staunch Tom Green gtood looking through the bars. "What is it, old fellow?" Denby asked, brokenly. "That's it!" Tom hailed cheerily. "What is it to J:>e?" "Eh?" "Come closer." Dal rose and obeyed. "I don't see very far into this thing," T'o. m whispered, mindful of the watchful policeman wh-0 stood not far away. "But I can see through a hole in the fence any day! Your arrest was all a put-up job. It must have been something in connection the office business." "I suppose so," young Denby assented, disconsolately. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" "What can I do?" "If you're in this scrape on account of the office, why not send to the office to get you out of it?" Dal gave a start, then hesitated. To whom, at the could he send? John Spofford was away, out of town-no one knew where. No one at the office had any inkling of Dal's great trust. Then a hopeful thought came. Drawing out a not e -book and fountan pen, Dal wrote this message : "Is it of any interest to you to know that I'm locked up, on a fake charge, at the ---police station?" This he signed and addressed. "Take it to Mr. Dalton, '):'om. I don't know what the answer will be." With a whisk Tom was away. Mr. Dalton was one of the managers at the Spofford offices. But would Dalton know anything about the task en trusted to our hero ? Most likely not. If he failed to come to the young prison er's aid, then Denby saw no way out of his present fix. Time dragged, nearly an hour passing before there was another visitor to Cell 5. This time it was a policeman, who unlocked the door. "Come up to the desk," he gruffed, and Dal followed, with a thrill of hope. Here three men stood before the desk. One of them, Dal gathered, was a lawyer. He waB ordered to hold up his hand to be sworn, and did so. "Released on bail," said the sergeant, briefly. "Free to go?" Dal quivered. "Goe where you please,'' retorted the sergeant. "The lawyer will notify you when to be in court." Mumbling his thanks, the boy started for the door. Turning at the sidewalk, he waited for the lawyer to come down the steps "Did Mr. Dalton send you?" he inquired. "I don't know," the man of law smi led, mysteriously. "I was sent-that's all I know." Serves me right for asking any questions in Mr. Spaf ford's busines s," Dal told himself, as he hurried at top speed back to the office. As he entered the ticker room, Tom Green leaped to his feet. "Out, eh? Good, old fellow! Dalton hustled then?" "Somebody did," Dal answered. "You know as much about it aB I do. Gracious! What a lot of stuff," as he glanced at the basket beside the ticker. That basket was fairly heaped up with tape that had been pouring forth since noon. Hurriedly, yet thoroughly, Dal ran through it all. Not a word about "ozone." Heaving a sigh of relief, Denby dropped into his chair. "Have I got to paste all that stuff now?" Tom demanded. "Yes, I suppose so." By the time that Green had caught up with his task the cl ing of the Stock Exchange was reported on the tape. "Through for another day!" Da:l uttered, with a huge sigh of relief. "Glad it don't take hold of me the way it does with you,'' commented Tom. 1. "How old are you, Dal?" "Seventeen." "Whee! You've aged the past two days. You look at leaBt seventy!" Catching sight of himself in a mir:ror, Denby was almost willing to believe his chum. "Where now?" asked Tom. "I don't know." "Not home, then?" "Not just yet." "Well, I'm off, then." Tom hurried away. Dal felt badly, for the moment, over having to lie to


14 OFF THE TICKER. his friend, but the instructions of Spofford left him little choice. Two minutes after Green had l eft the office Denby de parted. He walked briskly back to the hotel where he had spent the night before. "LDck these keys up for me again," he asked of the clerk. Just as our hero was.passing over the-sealed envelope he half turned. There stood Mulford, staring at him balefully. Dal, trying to hide his alarm, turned away as if he had not seen the fellow, and walked to one of the chairs near the window. "Having a pleasant time?" queried a sinister voice. Mulford dropped into a chair beside the boy. "Why don't you keep out of the way?" quivered young Denby. "Can't," said Mulford, shortly. "Can't? Won't, you mean." "No, can't," insisted the fellow. "It's my job to keep on your track. And I'm not the only one on your trail, either!" LDoking around to make sure that no one else was within listening distance, the traitor to Spofford went on in a low tone: "Kid, are you coming to your senses?" "Don't talk puzzles!" snapped the boy. "Well, then, I won't. Kid, this is the last hour in which you have any chance to be !" "Not by a blamed sight," retorted the big fellow, with energy. You remember that walk you took with me yester day afternoon. I'm ready to take it again now." "I'm not," came grimly from the boy. "You'd better!" "I won't." "You can't make believe, now, that you believe it all a con game," Mulford hinted. "You're a living con game yourself, Mulford!" "Maybe you think your arrest this afternoon was a con game, too?" "It was a dirty trick "One of the lightest, easiest, plainest of the tricks that can be played against you," warned the big fellow, scowling straight into Dal's eyes. But Dal looked back, unflinchingly. "Mulford, you might as well clear out. You're wasting your time with me." "I won't go until you get sense enough to take that walk with me down into Wall Street." "Then, by crickets!" quivered Dal. "I'll ask the hotel people to run you out of here." "Don't believe that would work." "Wouldn't, eh?" "Not a bit of it." "I happen to be a guest here myself," grinned Mulford, meaningly. "I've registered and got a room in this house." Despite himself, Dal found his coolness leaving him. "Don't think it will do you any good to mnve over to another hotel, either," warned his foe. "I may not follow you there, but someone else will. Kid, can't you get sense enough to understand that the crowd I'm working for can send a whole army of strangers after you?" "What if they do?" Dal demanded. "Why, you're not safe on the streets! Men can be paid to do anything. Men are being paid, right now, to. watch you. You can't leave this hotel and be safe, without I go with you. And I'll go to only one place with you-the same place-I tried totake you yesterday. But I can tell you this much, Denby: If you'll go with me and talk right up, hone st, the same money offer is open to you, and you'll get it. Now, which is the best thing to do?" "To sell out Spofford-or what?" Dal insisted. "Well, the other thing is to be fixed for good and all. Don't be fool enough to think you can.go on in this way when dangerous folks are-after you. You can be rich if you wanMo. Or, well, you can be a.wreck! You saw how easily you could be jugged this afternoon." "And you know how easily I got out again," Dal boasted. "Oh, "that' was simply because you were only arrested. But could you get out again if someone shut the life right out of your body?" "So that's the plan now, is it?" Dal demanded, feeling more uncomfortable than he dared show. "You'll lose your life if it has to be done-yes," Mulford assured him in a snarling voice. "And that's the only way you can get the best of me," the boy vaunted. "Then it's 'no' to m e ?" snarled Mulford, rising, but bending over and gazing searchingly, brutally into the boy's eyes. "It's 'no,'" Dal declared, firmly. "I believe you mean it." "I do." "Or think you do." "Good-bye, Mulford Clear out! Go tak:ea walk,! Try the fresh air cure!" "Your la s t chance of safety is gone nqw growled that brutish voice in Dal Denby 's ear. "I'm through. Others take my place. You'll be a fool to the end-which ain't far off." Mulford's heavy tread sounded going across the floor of the hot e l office. Despitehimself, Dal felt a dazed sort of dread. After atcouple of minutes he looked around. Mulford was nowhere in sight. Going over to the newsstand, Denby bought a paper, re/ turned to his window seat to go through the motions of reading it. It was the Wall Street edition of an evening paper that he had. "Think you have a right to come in here and annoy In the first column of the :first page he came upon an gue s ts all you want, do you?" ( article which dealt with the genera l uneasiness of specu-


OFF THE TICKER. lators and investors as to the standing of General Traction stock. Dal read it through, but without his mind fixed upon it. This was the stock that his secret instructions covered. But he could make nothing of the article. It was all "Greek" to him. "I can't fix my mind on anything," he muttered, di s gustedly. As he rose and turned, he caught two men looking at him fixedly There was nothing in their general appearnnce to make them look different from other hotel guests. Yet the peculiar gaze of their eyes made the boy shudder slightly. "Some of the other people Mulford referred to, I sup pose," uttered the boy, uneasily. "Oh,

16 OFF THE TICKER. "I'd as soon do that as forget what I'm here for," Dal spoke, with quiet stubbornness Then, suddenly, he thought of the vault room. That contained his precious power of attorn ey-his writ ten instructions. "The vault room?" he demanded of the excited T 'om. "Has anyone gone up there?" "Yes; Dalton went up with about twenty of the clerks. They're out again with everything that Dalton wanted most to save. They went down the oack way. Dal, in less than fifteen minutes we'll be buried in the wreck of the building!" "You won't," Dal retorted, "if you skip right now." "But hang it all, old fellow, I can't run a.ff and leave you here!" "You'll have to-or stay with me!" Tom Green looked the very picture of desperate anxiety. He looked at Dal with flushed face and tears in his eyes. "Confound it, Dal, old chap, I can't leave you here." "I can't go yet." "Then I'll stay!" choked Tom. Clicketty-click Click The tape was unreeling, coming off covered by printed words. Dal chained his gaze to the narrow strip of paper between his fingers "Do you really hav'e to stay here, old fellow?" Tom in sisted. "Yes." "Then I have to stay, too." "Why?" "My work goes with yours." Dal remembered Mr. Spafford's orders that Tom should go with him to the broker's when the order came "Yes," young Denby admitted, "I guess it is your job to stay-according to the o rders I got." "Shall I begin to paste the tape, then?" sighed Tom, as he shuffied across to his desk and sat down. "Oh, I guess there's no hurry about that, since Dalton has skipped out of the building." Tom therefore moved across to one of the front windows. He threw it up, leaned out and peered out into the st;eet. "Gracious One, two, three'-eight engines below, Dal, and hose carts and ladder trucks to beat four dollars There must be two dozen lines of hose into the building. And here comes the water tower! Smell the smoke?" "Yes," Dal assented. "Gracious! They'll never save this building, Dal." "I hope they do." "No; it's a fire-trap; and we're rats in the trap," choked Tom. "It's hot as a furnace up there!" Tom sputtered, as he darted back into the room. The firemen are hustling, but I they can't save the top of the building. I don't believe they'll save any part of it!" "Did you get as far as the vault room door?" "Yes." "It wasn't too hot or smoky to get to the door?" "No, but it soon will be." "Then there may yet be time for us to do what we're here to do!" uttered Dal, his eyes dancing and his color rising. "See here, old fellow, if you don't finish what you're up to, do you mean to stay here and go dowl\ in the blazing ruins of this fire-trap?" "Yes," Denby answered, almost in a whisper. "Oh, good Lord!" cried Tom, in a voice hoarse with terror. "You can skip whenever you want, old fellow," Dal urged. "And leiave you here alone, Dal Denby?" sputtered Green "I wouldn't know how to do it!" There is a vast difference between being afraid and being a coward. Tom, in his own way, was proving that difference. . But he walked to the window, threw it higher up and watched, with panicky looks, the doings in the street below. There was the unceasing throb of the engines, the tooting of whistles, the hoarse bawling of orders to firemen by bat talion chiefs, the hiss of cold water on hot stone and metal and blazing wood. "Ugh! Huh-huh!" coughed Tom. "Better cloi;e the window, Tom. It lets in smoke eno ugh to stifle us." With trembling hands Tom shut down the window sash. At that same time Dal gave a start on his own account. For now, on the tape passing through his fingers, he read: "A man close to John Spofford-" There the tape stopped Dal groaned with impatience as he waited for the ticker to resume printing. Click-etty-click clicketty-click The tape had begun to move again. "-states that Spafford's absence from the city does not mean--" Was that infernal ticker bewitched? What could be holding it back? Cold sweat stood out now all over Dal Denby's body. "It's the message coming!" he thrilled. "Oh, what on earth is holding this stupid machip.e back?" In the instant after the conviction came to him that this was the important message of all there :flashed upon him "Oh, by the way, old fellow!" "Well?" asked Tom. meaning of the fire. "I wish you would run up to the vault room and see how things are going up there." Tom went off on a fast trot. Clicketty-click Click Still on the hunt for that magic word-"ozone" "It's all the work of that crowd behind Mulford!" shot \ through the boy's brain as he held his gaze to the now motionless tape. "Mulford knew I had the key to the vault room. His gang-the System or whatever gang it isknew that with the vault room in ashes I could not do the thing that I was ordered to do. This fire is Mulford' s


OFF THE TICKER. 17 work l Oh, why wasn't he bounced when there was still time?" Clicketty click. "-that there is any thing in his absence of significance to the stock market is in the country, nearby, filling up his system with a superior brand of ozone. "Ozone I" The keyword "Hurrah!" Dal fairly shouted. "Eh? Wha.t's that?'' demanded 'l'om Green, l ooking stupidly on. "Oh, I felt good-that was all," Dal replied. "Denby, get a grip on yourself," implored Green, dart ing forward and shaking his chum by the arm. "Are you going crazy here in the, the smoke and the danger?" "It's all right, Tom ','' quivered the other boy, s hakin g off his friend's clutch. "Lemme alone." "But-" "Shut up!" "Dal! You-. "Shut up l 'l'ake that ord er as coming from Spofford himself!" Click click -click! "Wabash prefefred-" he r ead, and then dropped the tap e as if it had burned him. The end of the "ozone" message had com(r-of the first message, at least. And now there was swift, jumping work to be done. "Come on, Tom, old fellow!" yelled Dal, darting out of the ticker room, and his voice coming back vibratingly after him. "Where to?" blared Green, rus hing in pursuit. "Up stairs!" "What?" "Two flights!" "To the--vault room!" "All right! Go it!" cheered Tom. "I hope we can get. through." Dal flew up the two flights of stairs, des pite the smoke, as if he had weighed no more than a feather He brought up with a bang against the iron door of the vault room "It's locked again !" he discovered. "Of course,'' nodded practical Tom. "That's to keep the fire and the draft out, if possible." Dal's key was in the lock. He shot the bolt back. There was yet the combination lock to be wo rked. He remembered the word well, and started to turn. 'l'wist The great iron door swung pushed by the two bo:vs together. "Gracious! It's hot in here!" sputtered Tom, as they dashed into the room It was, indeed, almost as warm as a bake oven. The interior of the vault room l ooked as if a cyclone had struck it. Dalton a.nd crew of clerks had searched swiftly, reck leRsly, for the books and papers that they wanted. Safes and strong boxes were standing o pen, and many of them lying on their sides. The floor was littered with the debris of business papers and books that had been left behind. In 1the midst of all this confusion stood a stock ticker, it o basket full of tape, for John Spofford, always close to the ticker when in town, had had one even put in the vault room, where he often spent an hour. "Look at that roof l Ifs going to cave in I" quivered Tom pointing up to where the smoke was slowly curling downward through the ceiling "It'll hold for five minutes, anyway," Dal predi cted. "Get out of here as quick as you can, anyway!" "Oh, don't be afraid," muttered D a l dryly. In that s upreme moment he was not thinking of peril. His eyes searched in the confusion and the smok e for that particular green safe. Tom watched him as if in a dream-a nightmat(r-fo r Tom Green hardly dared hop e that they could reach the street now. Better would it have been had Tom watched the stairway. For up the steps, craw lin g stealthily in thei::: wake, hi s eyes a -glit ter with the deadliest purpose that can come to man, was Mulford! CHAPTER VIII. THE LAST CRACK OF DOOM "There it is!" quivered Dal, leaping forward through the smoke He had spotted the green safe, overturned on its side. Like a flash he was down on his knees, app l y ing the key. He trembled, for he fearea to fincl, in this critica l second, that the key might not work. Tom's eye, in that in s tant, turned upon a crowbar that lay upon the floor. "It may come in handy, to dig our way out of wreckage,'' muttered practical TGm. He possessed himself of the heavy iron bar while Dal was fitting the key in the lock. The door of the little safe swung open There were many papers there, but our hero searched for onl y one. He found it-a bu lk y envelope labelled : "Power of for Dalb er t Denby, with in s trn c tions." The envelope was sea led. Everything must be there all right, then. Thrusting the bulky e1welope in an inner jacket pocket, Dal l eaped to his feet. "I've got it," he announced "Now to get out !" "Down two flights?" "No-out of the building, now. !" "Glory!" quivered Green. "That's the talk!" Clicketty c lick click -clickclick! Crash!


18 OFF THE TICKER. Overhead, the ceiling was giving way before the ravages of the .fire. Wooden beams and iron girders settled, then came slowly, crashingly through. Dense clouds of smoke, shooting tongues of flame, invaded the vault room from above. Tom heard the crack o f doom. Dal heard the ticker start--sprang to it. "There isn't a second to be lost!" 'I'om shouted "It'll take only a monment to find what's coming on the tape," Denby retorted, as he sprang to the busy telegraph instrument, seizing up the tape basket in his intense excitement. Tom stood stock still, panting, terrified-fully con vinced that Dal Denby had gone hopelessly crazy! Outside, Mulford got closer to the door, striving to hide his body from the view of the boys. "A letter received by a friend in this city," Dal read slowly, absorbedly, "brings the news from John Spofford-" "This is for me!" Dal Denby thrilled. "Get out of here-fly!" shrieked Green. -"that already ozone in the country is sending his pulse--" There, of all places, the tape had to stop again, the ticker silent, while Death fairly licked its tongue over the two imperilled boys. "Get out of here, or I'll kick you down the stairs the other boy roared "Don't. That vital, fateful word-it's coming now!" trembled fascinated Dal. "So's death!" shrieked Tom Green, le aping forward. Darting to the iron door, murderous Mulford seized the handle to pull it shut and bolt the boys in with their fiery doom! -"up!" fini s hed the ticker. "Up! That's the order to buy!" quivered Dal. "Now, I have my full orders!" His mind came instantly back to the problem of escape from the doom that now seemed almost certain, even with out the devilish work of Mulford. It was Tom who got the first inkling of treachery at hand. He saw the iron door swinging sh ut, and leaped forward, reaching it at a sing l e bound. He thrus t the crowbar in just the crack of space that was left between door and iron jamb. It did not yield-he felt the pull against him and hi s bar. "Dal-there's some fiend trying to fasten us in here!" "Mulford, then!" flashed Denby, as he added his grip and weight to the bar. Thrusting the iron bar through a few more inches, they got great lev erage against the jamb. "Push-hard ordered Dal. Using all the leverage they had, Dal and Tom forced the door open swift ly, despite the frantic pull of Mulford. As the door crashed 'Yide open, Mulford pitched head l ong into the room, falling upon his face. "Come along!" vibrated Green. "Never mind that car rion l" "We can't let him burn to d e ath," objected Dal, halting when half way down stairs. But, as he turned, he saw 1\1 ulford dragging himself out of the smoke-filled room above. "It's all right!" shouted Dal. "Go al1ead. He' s alive!" Tom darted down the s tairs, not once thinking of drop ping the crowbru., which he might need again should Mul ford overtake them "Back to the offices?" appealed Tom, as he led the way down the stairs "N o--0ut "The back way ? "It's the only safe way out." For three stories down the boys fought against suffocation and the temptation to lie for a reat and a breath. "Can't-get-much further!" gasped Tom. "Got-to!" flashed back resolute Dal. Intent as he had been on s taying when duty demanded it, Dal was now a.11 for the next imperative duty of getting <'.lut of the building alive. At last they stumbled down to where the air was freer They were met by the :firemen coming up. First came two men looking for victims of the fire Back of them came a dozen others dragging two lengths of hose "You the last ones out, boys?" demanded a fire department lieutenant. "One more man above," Dal gasped, almost inaudibly. "On this same set of stairs?" Dal nodded He could not speak now. "Here, I ll help you down," offered oile of the firemen, giving a steady ing hand to Denby's arm. Another fireman had turned and was helping Tom. dead than, the boys reached the back street, behind the building. There was space here, and air, for the :fire-li nes shut back the crowd that was surging beyond "Can you go by yourselves now?" demanded Dal's at tendant. The boy nodded, turning his face toward the ,nearest corner. He and 'Tom were still tottering somewhat weakly when they came to the fire-lines. "Way here!" shouted a policeman, as D enby and hi s friend battled to get through the crowd. "Don't suffocate these boys." The policeman himself forced a way through the throng, remarking: "Guess I'd better call an ambulance for you two." "No-all right!" Dal assured the officer, chokingly. The policeman howeyer, looked at his two charges doubt fully as he got them throu gh to the edge of the crowd. "Better go to the hospital and get that smoke pumped out, kids," the insisted. "No!" A cab was stand in g near by. To that Dal hurried, swaying ly, toppling in on the seat Tom staggered in behind him.


OFF THE TICKER. 19 "Where to?" demanded the driver, showing his face at the door. "Graham & Graham, Wall Street-quick!" Slam! The cab door was shut, the horse trotting briskly off. Dal leaned toward one open window, Tom at the other. There they remained, drinking in the good, smoke-free air until their destination was reached. Dal had the money ready for the driver. He handed it out before he alighted. "I never knew how good real air tasted before," grunted Tom, as they went into the building on the ground floor of which were the Graham offices. "I want to see Mr. Phillip Graham," panted Dal, as a clerk came toward them in the outer office of the brokerage firm. "Think he'll see you?" jeered the clerk, eyeing Dal's very ordinary and smoke-scented clothes. "Tell him I come from John Spofford, and he will," Dal returned, coolly. "From John Spofford?" uttered the clerk, unbelievingly. "Then you'd better give me a card." "I haven't one But I can convince Mr. Graham, all right," " can," retorted the clerk, doubtingly. "Bnt you can't convince me." "Oh, that doesn't matter," Dal a.ssured the clerk, coolly. "I don't care anything )lbout convincing you. I can show Mr. Graham real. credentials from John Spofford." "Let me see them," order(ld the clerk. "What?" retorted Dal, crisply. "Show such papers to an eight-dollar clerk?" ,, "Then I don't take your mesage to Mr. GraJ1am." "If you don't, someone else will, and I don t believe you'll last long around here after that. Just tell Mr. Graham that there's a young man here from Spofford, and see what he says. "I know that you'll get yourself in an awful pickle, if you don't," volunteered Tom. Without another word the clerk turned on his heel, walk ing toward an inner office. "Neither could I, when I first heard about it," Dal smiled back at him. "But I got it into my head by degrees." "You're empowered to give buying and selling orders for one hundred thcusand shares of General Traction stock? Why, that means a deal of somewhere around ten million dollars!" "I believe that's the figure," Dal went on, coolly. "This whole paper is made out in Spofford's writing, too-there can't be any doubt about its genuineness," went on the broker, scanning the sheet. "But there's just one difficulty." "Only one, sir ?" Dal queried, with a roguish smile. "Only one, boy. I don't really know that you are Dalbert Denby." "Then, if you will get anyof Spofford's people here, they'll hav e to identify me, for they all know me." "I s hall have to do that-certainly," gasped the banker, rising. "In the meantime, make yourself comfortable, Mr. Denby." Dal retired -to a corner of the room, taking out the other papers that the envelope contained. These papers gave him his instructions in detail, either for buying or selling Traction. Those. that related to selling, the boy put back in his pocket, then glanced over the orders for buying. So absorbed was he that :fifteen minutes passed without his looking up. "It's all right, Mr. D enby," he heard the broker say. I had Mr. Dalton come here and look in. He identified you." "You didn't tell him what business I -was here on?" Dal asked, quickly. "Oh, no," smiled the broker. "I've been doing bu.siness for Spofford too long not to know better than that. Now, then, Mr. Denby, have y.ou any orders?" "Yes, sir. I want you to buy a block of Traction for Spofford. I want you to buy twenty-five hundred shares of Traction for a starter. Divide the order up among six brokers in New York, two in Boston, one in Philadelphia and one in Chicago. Get the wires busy, please." "Sit down at this desk, Mr. Denby, and make out the order, pl ease," requested Mr. Graham, placing an order He was back again soon. blank and pen and ink before the boy who held John Spof" Mr. Graham says you can come in," he announced. ford's power of attorney. Dal followed without a word, Tom keeping at his heels, Dal wrote rapidly. After the great strain he had been until Dal turned to whisper: und er swift action brought relief. "Tom, I don't know-" He :finished the order, signed it, and turned it over to the "Want me to keep out? All right," Green returned, broker. cheerily. "Mr. Graham, you'll take great care, of course, that it is He went back to the outer office to seat himself, while kept quiet that Mr. Spofford is behind all the buying that's Dal Denby stepped an inner; office. going to be clone?" "Are you from Spofford?" asked a pleasant-faced, elc1"Most certainly. :M:r. Denby, clo you wish to leave a list erly man seated before a big desk. g iving a general indication of the buying 01 selling that's "Yes, sir, and I have my introduction with me," Dal to be done?" replied. "No, sir. No such li s t can be made out at present." Mr. Graham took the power of attorney, glanced it over, Truth to tell, Dal had in hi s pocket, at that moment, a then whistleil in sheer amazement. li st giving explicit orders. "Why, bless me, I can't believe it!" gasped the old broker. But he was following in structions in denying the fact.


2 0 OFF THE TICKER.. "And now, where shall we find you, Mr. Denby, since Spofford's offices are in the hands of the fire fiend?" "Why, bless me if I know," DaJ uttered. "I shall have to see Mr. Dalton." '"Then you'll be wherever he is, during business hours?" "Probably, sir. Good morning, Mr. Graham." "One moment, please." The broker touched a bell, which summoned the same clerk who harl sneered at Dal. "Jimson, Mr. Denby is to be shown in here at once \rheneve1 he calls," instructed the broker. "Very good, sir," responded the clerk, who then followed Dal to the outer office. "Aren't you glad, son, that you didn't get any fresher than you were?'' Dal demanded, grinningly. "No offence, I hope," stan1mered Jimson, turning very reel. "Oh, none whatever," Dal replied, easily. "Well, Tom, \re're ready to be off now." "And where to uow ?" Green a s ked, as he rose-quickly. "1'(} our place of business,-wherever that is." "The Lord only knows," grunted Green. DaJ breathed the air with hugeerelish as he stepped out into Wall Street. He was at last a free man again-thegreat, crushing strain and responsibility about over with-so he thought! CHAPTER IX. DAL DENBY .. "THE GREATEST BOY IN WALL STREET." Before one o'clock in the afternoon there.was wild excite ment on the "Street." Something was doing in General Traction-but not even the oldest and wisest heads on Stock Exchange could guess what was really astir. Bull buying had started in, driving up the price of Traction. Then the bears had jumped into the market, sending clown the price a trifle. Well enough Dal knew where this resolute bea r move ment came from-from the enemies of Spofford in. the money world--the same enemies who had undoubtedly been behind the attempts to keep Dal from following his orders. Further big buying orders, signed with Dal's name, had put the price up again. Down, a little, it came. Then up again it travelled, under the push imparted by a further buying order from Dal Denby. A great bull and bear duel was on in Wall Street-the dullest wit in the money world realized that. Yet all the smaller operators in the market became :flurried. Some dashed madly to cover, others plunged in wildly for speculation on one side or the other of what promised to be a lively speculative season-the liveliest, in fact, in some years Dal sat snugly ensconced in a private office, one of a suite of two rooms, and these two, in turn, being a part of a general office of some dozen rooms. For as great an operator in the money world a& John Spofford did not attempt to get along with one business address. He had held this present suite of offices, in a building right on Wall Street, fo.r just such a.n emergency as the morning's fire. Dal had found Mr. Dalton, and had handed to him a slip that. he had found in with his general instructions. "l guess you're going to be the star here, for a few days anyway," smiled Mr. Dalton, when he had read Spofford's order, addressed to himself. So here Dal was established, with Tom Green lounging in the oute\ room. In the outer room, also, was a big safe) in which Dal's secret. orders from Spofford could be kept at night. By day two detectives from a well-known agency guarded that safe and the suite. At nighti the guard was to be in creased to three men. Here, to;, Dal and Tom were to sleep until the excite ment was over. Along with his instructions, Dal Denby had the privilege of drawing upon Spofford's cashier for such funds as he might neecl for telegraphing or o ther purposes. "I'm a, big boy in Wall Street, all right," Dal smiled, as he leanecl black in his comfortable chair before the great desk, after having sent off the fourth buying order. By two o'clock came in, glowing, to. announce: "There's a reporter tmtside who.wants to sooMr. Denby." "Tell him I'm too busy to anyone," Dal rejoined, briefly. Tom departed, but was quickly back, quivering with ex citement. three more reporters, now, and the whole four of 'em insist on seeing you." "Tell 'em I can't see 'em-won't!" crisped Dal. Tom departed on his errand, a hopeless one apparently, for soon there were a dozen newspaper men, all clamoring to see the youngster who had set Wall Street and the money markets of the entire country agog. "Tell thell1 I'm sorry, but I simply can't see 'ell1," Dal insisted. "If that won't work, then ask the detectives to dear way." It worked only partly. The reporters ceased insisting on an interview, but sat quietly outside, waiting fo.r our hero to change his mind. "No one would have known that J was doing this, if Mr. Spafford's opponents hadn't tipped the reporters," Dal mused. "Now, why did they do that? Did they think I'd be enough to let reporters., pump me dry for their benefit?H Just before three o'clock, the enemies of Spof ford, by spending a good deal of money, succeeded in growling down the price of II'raction once more.


OFF THE TICKER. 11 out a big buying order at the price that the bears had opposite his own. "Now, please feel quite at your ease, brought about. Miss-" Three o'clock came. By the help of this last big buying He looked inquiringly, eagerly, at his pretty visitor. order the price of Traction closed at a bull figure. Dal leaned back with a happy sigh So far he had succeeded in following his orders to the letter, and in doing what John Spofford plainly wanted. Now, Tom Green came in. with a packet of Wall Street extras of the afternoon newspapers. Dal, glancing at these pages, found that he had suddenly become famous. He was referred to as a boy, hithe.rto unknown, but re puted to have been a junior clerk of Spoffnrd's. He was referred to as being, for the hour, "the greatest boy in Wall Street." "Say, ain't that great?" glowed honest Tom. "Oh, I don't know," mumbled Dal. "But you are the greatest fellow just now," persisted Tom, curiously. If he was waiting for Dal to say something that would throw light, Green was bound to be di s appointed. "I wish I cou ld guess what the whole racket is, anyway," Tom hinted. Dal was silent. He couldn't "talk," even to his best :friend. Besides, truth to tell, our hero was enjoying his sudden fame. He would hardly have cared to admit that, outside of his cast-iron instructions, he had no more idea than Tom as to what "the racket" was. Tom went out, but was soon back a.gain. "There's another caller to see you now-one who won't be put off." "Then put him out," grinned Dal. "That's just the trouble. It ain't a him, it's a her," Tom explained. "Eh?" "Just a slip o:f a girl, about sixteen or &even teen." "What?" "And a peach :for looks," Tom went on, impressively. "Oh!" '.'She's been crying, I think," Tom confided. "And she looks white and scared to death, and her voice trembles when she talks." "You're sure getting my curiosity up," Dal admitted. "I guess you can let her come in." "All right." "And, Tom-" "After you have shnwn her in here-" "Yes?" "Then you get out!" Good-natured though he mt>, Green banged the door slightly as he went out. The door opened again, and the n in came a young woman who certainly deserved all that Tom had said about her looks. Dal looked up. The next instant he go, t up, a9.vanced, and bowed as well as he knew how "Let me offer you this chair/f he begged, placing one CHAPTER X. TEN MILLIONS SPENT ON THE BULL MARKET. "y name is Faith Garner," she replied. "Name's as pretty as the girl," thought Dal. "You will think me very silly," she went on, nervously. "I don't and I can't think that, Denby protested. "Although you seem to be so very young to be in charge in an office like this," Faith Garner went on, quickly, "I can understand how much yom time is taken up. I will state my business very quickly." "The market has closed for the day," Dal replied. "Then you have more leisure?" '\Yes." "Still, I will be brief, and not was te your time. my father's account that I have come." "Ah!" It is on "My father is Major Garner, of the Army, went on the gir l. "He is at the Astor House now, very ill with heart trouble. The doctor is with him. My father's heart has troubled him forsome time, but this afternoon's papers have brought' the trouble on in a much worse shape. It seems, Mr. Denby, that my father has been caught specu lat ing in General Traction stock." "Speculating on a margin?" asked Dal. "On a margin, of course." "That's a very bad thing to do just now, Miss Garner. And, if you came to me for information, that really is all I can tell you." ""I was in hopes-in hopes-" stumbled the girl. "That I could tell you more about the way the market is going?" "That was my hope in coming here," admitted the girl, her color rising and making h er look so much prettier that Dal almost lost his head. "Oh, Miss Garner, how very little you know of Wall Street, if you thought I could give you such information. Why, there are men in another office on W all Stre e t who would no doubt pay a million dollars for the same info rma tion that you seek." "But my father would not use it to your disadvantage," the girl pleaded, her great, big, sorrowful eyes turned full upon him. "He is an honest man. Army officers are well trained in keeping their word. And I would not brea,the a word of such info:lmatin !" "I can't tell you how sorry I am, Miss Garner," Dal re plied, with an effort. Then, like a h, he felt a sudden stiffening of the backbone. The thought had jumped quickly into his mind th at, very likely, this delightfully pretty girl with the pleading


OFF THE TICKER. eyes was some clever young woman sent to him by Spo'fto-night, under guard of the detectives-got to sleep on ford's money-king enemies these office sofas He must be on his guard aginst even the faintest trace "So we won't be kidnapped as money kings in disgui se?" of misplaced, wasted sympathy. grinned Tom. "It won't do any harm, though, to seem sympathetic at "Make your. own gues ses-don't search me," Dal !'eall events," the boy told himself, as he s till kept his eyes on torted. the girl. "And a s to that p each-" "If you could give me just the smallest hint," she sug"If you mean Miss Garner," bristled Dal, "don't talk gested, eagerly, "as to whether my father should keep his about her with that rude, coarse grin on your face." margined stock for a rise?" "Oh!" said Tom, in a tone that might have meant a.ny"I am sorry that it is impossible for me to say anything," thing. Dal replied, gently. "I'm going o'ut now for a little air," Dal went on. "When "Not even a hint? For the doctor has warned me that a I come ba c k you take a turn out doors." crash that ruins my poor father will also kill him, and at "Think it's safe?" demanded Tom, his eyes twinkling. "Why?" once! I should not have left him-should not be her e now-had I not believed that a visit to you might be the "Oh, with these detectives around a fellow gets to think means of saving his life. he's something rather precious-something that ought not "Can't we put it another way," s he persi s t e d, eagerly. to be risked in the mixed crowd of Wall Street." "Do you think papa ought to sell out at once, saving what "We're safe enough, any,vay, on crowded Wall Street," little of his margin he can?" hazarded Dal. "I'm going only as far as Broadway and "It is impossible for me to say, Miss Garner." "Or should he hold on and sell at the next rise?" "I don't know." "Would it be safo for him to hold on until the stock goes to a hundred and ten?" "But what if a bear were to wipe him out be-fore the stock go.t to that figure?" Miss Garner seemed to be thinking hard. 1'It is really impossible-quire impos s ible for me to tell fOU anything at all," Dal went on gently. "It would be A breach of confidence if I were to t e ll you even why not at liberty to speak." back, once or twice. I ll soon be" ''Take care of yourself, then. And if you see the peach-" "Tom, if you don't l earn better manners, I'll reach you-with my fist!" Tom ducked. Dal got out. He mingled in the crowded, hustling, throng of the "Street" without attracting any attention. His name was on everybody's lips this afternoon, but his face was still unknown. The crowd was less dense as he got nearer to Broadway. Suddenly he felt a violent pu s h from behind that threw him some five or six feet forward. "Then there i s nothing that you can do to help us in our Bang! little troubles?" asked Faith Garner, ri si ng. Dal wheeled, and as h e did so, Faith Garner, pallid as a "Nothing; and you will never r ea lize how fearfully sorry ghost, fell forward into his arms. ram to have to answer you that way." Jus t at her h eels, on the sidewalk, lay a heavy paving Faith held out her hand promptly, steadily. Dal gave block. her his hand, feeling very awkward as he did so, and real"Get away-quick!" she pleaded, frantically, pushing izing painfully how dingy his clothing seemed beside h er him still further up the street sweet, chasre raiment. Then Dal wheeled, drawing her around at his side a.nd "Go9d-bye, Mr. Denby-and thank you so much, even tucking her hand through His arm. '"' if you couldn't be of service to us. I s hall not forg e t you." "Walk fast-you may not be o -ut of clanger yet," she She was gone, leaving behind her a faint scent of p e rfume faltered. that lingered deliciously in the room. "Why, what happened, Miss Garner?" he queried, won" me 'so much' for me giving her the marble deringly. heart-for pas s ing her the icy fry ice-pitcher?" quivered "Oh, it was dreadful, but someone tried to kill you!" she Dal, as he dropped down into his chair again. "Now, what half sobbed. on earth could she mean by that? Was she pleased be-"Kill me?" cause I seemed really sorry that I couldn't help her? Well, "You saw that great paving block that fell just behind I didn't have to try hard in order to seem sorry. I am s orry me?" for her-unless she's some s harp-witted gii'l that Mr. Spof"Yes, yes!" ford's enemies sent around to me. If s he's an adventuress, "I had just been to--to the office of papa's broker," Faith though-the System or whoever our foes are, are welcome to replied, as s he still forced him to walk rapidly on. "I came all the news she got out of me!" out of that otfice and fell in just behind you I was walking "What's to do?" asked Tom, poking his head in a few along, looking up at the windows, for an address that I minute s later. I wanted, Mr. Denby. As I looked, I saw a man l ean out "Nothing the re s t of the day. We've got to sleep here of a window high up. H e had that paving block in his


OFF THE TICKER. 23 hand, and poised it just_ over your head. I saw him let go-saw the block coming down, and I pushed you out of the way just in time, I guess." "Jupiter!" gasped Dal. "I suppose you must have enemies, Mr. Denby-just now." "It's plain that I have," he smiled grimly "But how should an enemy know that you WP,re coming up the street just now?" "That's one of the uses that telephones can be put to, Miss Garoor. But I can't get over the very plain fact that I owe my life to you, Miss Garner. It makes me feel bacl when I think how shabbily I had to treat you." "Oh, don't think about that," the girl rejoined, brightly. I think I understand you perfectly, Mr. Denby." That was a poser for Dal, but he turned off his con fusion by asking : "Do you mind telling me where you are heading for now, Miss Garner?" "For the hotel. I wan.t to be with papa as soon as I can be." "Will you allow me to go as far as the Astor House with you?" "If you'll promise to take the best of care on your -:;vay back to your office, Mr. Denby-if you're going there!'' "Oh, I'll take good care," promised Dal, readily, "even if it's only to please you." As they waiked they talked rapidly of many things, though, to Dal's relief, Wall Street and its problems were not once mentioned. He fook her hand again, at parting. iJ "There';; a telephone at the office," "May I call you up this evening, Miss Garner, to inquire after your father?" "If you do, I shall be delighted," she replied, with a sweetness that made their good-bye linger in Dal's mind long after he returnaj. to the office. True to his word, he called Miss Garner up that even ing-twice. The :first time he was told that Garner was feeling much better and that the doctor had left. "Papa hopes to have the pleasure of seeing you soon, Mr. Denby," was a part of the message on the second call. "Hopes to meet me soon?" Dal quizzed himself. "Then, by crickets, he shall-as soon as I have a new and decent suit of clothes!" It was safe and pleasant at the office that evening Dal had not a worry over any attempt that might be made against him. The three new men who came to guard the safe, the office and its occupants were from a reliable detective agency. Dal slept soundly on his sofa, awaking lon g before it became time to open up the new day's campaign on the stock market. Again Dal sat at the desk, buying-always buying and helping to keep Traction stock soaring upward. At the end of this day Dal was through with the stock market. He had carried out his instructions to the full, and John Spofford owned a hundred thousand more shares of Traction stock, which had closed strong at a hundred and ten. Dal'.s task was over-the last order carried out. Acting for his money-king employer he had thrown a little more than ten million dollars into the market on the successful bull movement for Traction. That night, again, Dal s l ept at the offic&-he and Tomfor their own safety. The following morning the leading papers of the United States contained an advertisement signed by John Spofford, in which he assured the public that Traction stock had safely reached and would sta-y at. 110. He warned all holders against being flurried by any further senseless bear movement. Traction remained steady, therefore, despite the further efforts of Spofl'ord's enemies to growl the stock down. Spofford had kept faith with the public, and had saved the investments of those who had followed 1-w.i earlier advice. The members of the System, who had tried to loot the public by their bear campaign, had failed, and at an ex pense of many millions. Dal went to his same desk, on this morning of the third day, though he knew there was nothing to do. "I suppose it's a case of sit here until I get iurther orders," he told him self. Before ten o'clock, however, there came a telegram from Washington, signed by John Spofford. "Well done!" it rail. "Draw from the cashier to get as good a wardrobe as you want. Meet me at the Jersey City ferry at 1.30." "As good a wardrobe as I want, eh? mused Dal, as his gaze rested on the cheering words, "well done." "As good a one as I want, when I've got to call on Faith Garner at the Astor House I wonder how much money Spofford has in bank?" He lau ghed aloud at that notion, then hurried out, after a word from Tom and a visit to the cashier. The wardrobe that he bought in the next two hours was good enough-no doubt about that. Dal had it shipped to the Astor House in two trunks, where he went himself and registered. "Judging from that telegram, I'm going to be able to afford a few days at the Astor House," murmured the boy. "Hang it all, I wonder if the major got out of his Wall Street tangle all right? I've been afraid to ask over the telephone." CHAPTER XI. ONE CHANCE IN A. MILLION Dal was at the ferry on the New York side in plenty of time. The unforeseen happened, though.


24 OFF THE TICKER. Through a slight accident one 0 the errybo ats was out 0 commission. ) Our hero, therefore, missed the one o'clock boat across. The one-fifteen boat was seven minutes late _in starting. By the time it did get under way, Dal was on the forward deck, alive with fidgets. "Old Spofford i s a crank on being punctual," he groaned. "It'll be too bad to have it all spoiled by this tardiness. And I'm afraid it won't be easy to make the old man under stand my excuse." As Dal got out in midstream he suffered the misery of seeing the one-thirty boat from the Jersey side leave her s lip on time. "Spafford's on that boat, too," trembled the boy. "No such luck as his missing it! Confound the luck!" Had Dal only known it, he had a much nearer danger than that of his employer's wrath. Mulford the wicked, sore, baffled, ugly, had shadowed our hero for the last two hours. The fellow was fairly aching for vengeance. There was "blood before his eyes." He wanted to even things with Dal Denby, nor did he care to what lengths he went to gain his purpose. "It's as good a chance as I'll have at the Denby brat," choked Mulford. "It's now or never, if I'm to pay him or cheating me out of as pretty a fortune as ever could have come my way. I wonder if he could swim if I pitched him overboard?" Yet Mulford was not limited to the mere chance of throwing the boy over: the rail. In one pocket he had a loaded revolver ready; in another, a knife. In a third pocket rested a bottle of vitriol, for Mulford had thought of the scheme of throwing that burning fluid into the boy's eyes and destroying his sight for ever. "Whatever it is, I'll do it before we touch Jersey," Mul ford growled; as he hid behind other passengers. "As to what happens to me-what I care, now that I've missed the money that was to let me live like a gentleman?" But Di, all unconscious and unsuspicious of danger, had eyes only or the other ferryboat that was approaching ahead. "Why, there's Spofford in the bow, n<>w !" quivered Denby, using his eyes, which were almost as good as a telescope, to scan the aces and figures. of those visible <>n the approaching boat. John Spofford was leaning against the rail, well toward the front, and gazing across at New York. "vVhat's thllt, though?" quivered Dal Denby suddenly His face paled, his legs shaking beneath him. His lips twitched, and his hands opened and shut trem ulously. For, just behind distant John Spofford, he had seen an other man draw a knife from his right-hand coat pocket. The knife was close to the rail at the side, so held that the passengers behind probably could not see it. But Dal caught the glint of the sun on the steel, and understood. John Spofford, like all money kings, was sometimes in danger frmn ana.rchi s ts. Undoubtedly, this fellow was one of that c rew. Dal could have screamed, as he saw the fellow with the knife squirm gently forward. But the boy's voice, against the rattle of machinery on the two boats, would not have carried that far. Suddenly Dal gave a thrill of delight. For John Spofford turned suddenly. The glinting steel was quickly returned to the pocket of its owner, who slunk back a few steps. However, Spofford again turned to gaze at New York. Now, once more, the fellow with the knife began to edge up toward the money king. Dal, absorbed in this prediction of tragedy, could never have guesaed that the dangerous Mulford was creeping up behind him in identical fashion, and all unnoticed by the passenger s a.round. There goes that sneak again! He'll stab him soon!" thrilled Dal, under his breath. "There's only one chance in a million, but--" Mulford, his heart full of the blackest thoughts, was now right at our hem's back I CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION. Flash! Mulford reached out with his kmfe-the weapon chosen at the last moment. Splash! Just one second before the assailant whom he did not know was near, Dal plunged over the rail into the water. Re was a star diver, an expert swimmer, that boy. As he struck the water he made a cool, experienced effort to keep away from the suction of the bo at's moving hull. He got clear, struck out-away toward the approaching Mulford leaned over the rail watching the swimming boy and cursing }).is own luck. He. could not divine what had prompted Dal to overboard, but he knew, at least, that his prey had escaped him. Now th't he was clear of one ferryboat, Dal's practiced eye was enabling him to make surely for the other craft. What did he hope to do ? He had planned to board the other boat. Nor was the plan as difficult it might seem. While watching the man with the knife behind John Spofford, Dal had noticed the rope attached to a life-buoy trailing over the rail into the water. The shouts of startled people on both boats who had witnessed his plunge overboard, and who now saw him.


OFF THE 'l" ICKER. 15 3treaking through the rolling water, had the pilota f quietly. "A different kind of nerve from the other thing of both boats to slow down speed. that you did so well for me." Those on the forward deck of the boat from Jersey City crowded forward to see what it all meant. As the boat slowed down, and the noise was less, D!l1 filled his lungs for a supreme effort "Mr. Spofford!" bawled the young swimmer, lustily. Spofford turned and stared hard at the swimmer, from whom he had just removed his gaze. "Look out for that chap behind you, Mr. Spofford! He's trying to stab you Do you hear me? Stab you Evidently, Spofford did hear, for he jumped, instantly, clear of the railing, glancing suspiciously about him on all sides The thing had been warning given. What remained was for Dal to swim alongside He clutched at the trailing line. "Hold the rope fast!" called. "I'm coming aboard!" Clutching at the line, Dal made rapidly upward, hand over hand-an easy feat that soon brought him to where eager hands seized him and hauled him aboard. "What did you jump and swim for?" "What's the meaning of all this?" Passengers crowded around to ask eager questions. But.Dal swept asii;le, fire in his eyes, as he sought out and poin.ted at the man who had threatened the money king's. life. I "That fellow has a lmife, unless he has thrown it away! accused Denby, :fiercely. "Seize him! Search him!" "Not so very different, either," flushed Dal. "I've been dodging about for my life lately "So? Well, I shall hear all about it. But these wet clothes-we shall have to get you dried out "That'll be easy," laughed Dal. "I've got plenty of dry clothes at the Astor House. Besides, I'm not chille d-. much!" His teeth were chattering just a little as the boat touchea the slip on the New York side. Spofford led him ashore, signalled a cab, and they got in after a hurry order had been given "You my advice about a new wardrobe, then?" queried John Spofford, as they rode along. "Followed it to the letter like all of your other orders." "Then you have some really good clothes?" "I did just what you said,'' responded Dal. "Got the finest--just as good a wardrobe a:s I or any other fellow could possibly want." "I'm glad you did, Den?Y It was one of the things that you've earned." "I hope your bank account is strong, Mr. Spofford!" "As to future reward?" smiled the money king. "Oh, no; sir But just wait until the cashier tells you what I drew for that new wardrobe." "Perhaps we'd better go to luncheon first, then," laughed the money king. "I don't want' a good appetite spoiled." John Spofford was more amiable than most of his em ployes had ever seen him. He seemed thoroughly satisfied A deck hand and two o,r three male passengers sprang upon the accused one with life, as well he might be after having had his own way in Wall Street. That individual did not offer any resistance. He did not even quiver as the dee hand ran his hands nimbly down over his clothing. "Here's. the pen knife," flushed the deck hand as he ' grimly brought to life a knife with a nine-inch blade A New York policeman in plain clothes, who had saun tered through from the rear, now got busy "I'll take charge of this chap," he announced, and produced handcuffs, which he :fitted on the sullen prisoner's wrists . "He was edging up behind Mr. Spofford to stab him,'' accused Dal. "I saw it all from the o ther boat--the knifP included. That ":as why I and made a try or it." "A pretty good stroke. ,+. won't forget it," chimed in a voice from behind. Young Denby turned to frnd John Spafford's hands resting on his shoulders. ;t "That took some nerve; Denby," smiled the other, "You're stopping at the Astor House?" he asked, pres ently "Yes, sir-for to-day, anyway "Did you know that that is where I often stop when I'm living downtown?" "No, sir, I didn't." "Then_ how did you come to pick that hotel?" Dal stammered, flushed, 'stammered, then became silent. "You went there for reasons that are none of my busi nes.s, eh?" demanded Spofford, his shrewd but kind l y eyes searching the boy's face. "I wouldn't like to say it that way, sir." "But you went there for good and sufficient personal reasons of you own that, are not in any way connected w ith my affairs?" "That's true, sir John Spofford leaned back, puffing at his cigar. They were soon at the Astor House.


OFF THE TICKER. I ."Go to your room; take a rub-down and change your go tumbling. When the price reached rock-bottom it was clothes In about twenty minutes I will send for you," their scheme to buy in cheaply from the panic stricken pub directed Denby's employer. So our hero hurried to his room, got off towelled himself briskly, then proceeded to array himself in one of the best looking suits of clothes that he had bought that morning Ife hurried, because he knew that John Spofford was not accustomed to_ being kept waiting. J nst after he had :finished he heard a knock at the door m : d opened it. "I'm to take you to Mr. Spofford," announced the w:::.iter, who stood there. 'The boy was conducted along corridor after corridor, and then taken into a pretty private dining-room John Spofford stood there, warming his hands at the grate :fire. "You're prompt, Denby. I'm glad of that, for I'm very hungry Then they seated themselves before the most appetizing luncheon that Dal Denby had ever seen or tasted Not much was said until the dishes had been removed and the waiters had withdrawn "Denby," began Mr. Spofford, as he puffed at his after luncheon cigar, "I suppose you have wondered somewhat as to why I picked you out for such an important bit of work." "Yes, sir, I have." "Well, there were severa l reasons," went on the money king, slowly. "In the first place, as you know, I like to promote my best people rapidly, and drop all the dead wood as I go along. In that way I get the best and most effec tive service. I had had my eye on you for some little time as one who might be useful to me in my business. rrhat's the :first reason why I gave you this task. "There were big things at stake in this game, Denby. For a long time, in my market letters, I ,have been advis ing the public that General Tract'lbn was going to be a good, solid stock to buy and hold for investment "The people took me at my word and bought heavily. The "Sys-I mean, my friends, the enemy, wanted to control General Ttaction without having to put too much money into the job. Naturally, my enemies resented the movement that put the stock up so high "My enemies waHed, and gathered their forces Then lie. 'I'hus my enemies would get control of enough of the stock, at very iow prices, and at the expense of thousands of small investors who had followed my advice. "Sq you will understand, Denby, that I was in honor bound to beat the miserable scheme. I got together some thing more than ten millions of available funds, and pre pared for the :fight. "My :first move was to go away-to disapperu. That set my enemies guessing, and rattled their nerve I was in hopes-great hope&--that they would :find out nothing whatever a.bout you, but they did." "Through Mulford," hinted Dal, quietly. "When we caught him listening he evidently '1id not hear all you said, or he would not have tried to get me to go to the System's office and repeat to them all you told me." "Yes, I suppose so. You will wonder why I kept M ul -\ ford. For the same reason that I keep a few other men who, I know, are the enemy's spies-so that I can watch my enemies through the moves of their spies in my office. "It did no real harm, however, after all, to have the enemy discover tha.t you were handling the move for me. As soon as they discovered that their opponent--0n paper -was a young clerk, almost an office boy, these enemies jumped. to the conclusion that the \vhole move was only 'another of Spofford's bluffs.' As a matter of fact, Denby, I make a bluff. It's poor business. "But there you sat, Denby, giving orders in the bull movement, and my enemies everything that you were doing, or thought they did. They figu;ed that you wouldn't have authority to go far, a.ncl so they covered everything yott dicl-and kept expecting you to stop "But the activity in Traction stock, and its constant rallying power every time the bears assailed it brought the general public feverishly into the market, just as I had foreseen that it would Now, Denby, the fight is over, and Traction will stay up around a lnindred and ten for a good long time to come My enemies arn out twenty millions, and a good beating The beating they have, and most of their lost money is in my pockets." "I don't quite understand h?w the messages from yoii. got on the ticker tape," Dal su&gested. "Perhapa you don't care to tell me, either." "I'm not going to tell you, lad, but perhaps you can I they got ready to bear down Traction stocks. That much guess," replied the money king, smiling. "The tickers are I for I have spies in their offices, just as they controlled by the telegraph people, and I can't buy those have in mine. people. But don't you suppose that a man with my bank "The bear movement \n Traction stock was intended to account can :find a way to buy some of the people who put down prices and scare the public so that prices would get up the news for the ticker?"


0 FF THE TICKER. Dal nodded "I wonder if I'm in the wrong room?" Dal thought1 "And now, for yourself," went on Spofford "I've put anxiously. you through a bigger test than I ever had the nerve to Re was tempted to ring and find out, but hesitated; put a young clerk through before. But you've stood the test, and I'm satisfied with you. N atural .ly, you will get a good deal more money for your work after this. In fact, if you care to, you'll be able to live at this hotel. If you stick to me, and do just right, you'll be a fairly rich young ma.n in a few years. That has been the case with Dalton, for instance. He's bright, quick, sharp, and I've always been able to trust him. You may wonder why I didn't give Dalton charge of this last move. It was because Dal ton had other important work to do. Besides, he's sur rounded by some spies of the enemy whom I want to watch. "Now, that!s about all I have to say, Denby. Go to the cashier in the morning, and you'll find ten thousand dollars waiting your order. Bank it, and use it-but don't ever succumb to the temptation to gamble in stocks. If you do, I'll find it out-and then I'll be through with you. So will you give me your word never to gamble in stocks?" "I give you my solemn word," Dal promi8d, soberly. "SJtjck to that, and I've no doubt that you'll be rich one of these days." Rich For ten thousand was wealth to Dal Denby, dweller in a "sky parlor" at a wretched boarding house! Hot and cold, trembling, our hero. rose as his employer did. "Good afternoon," nodded Spofford. "Of course you needn't go back to the office this afternoon." "Good afternoon, sir. And I don't know how to thank \ you." ... "You don't need to, Denb.y. I thank you instead Dal hurried away, for he knew that he had been missed from the presence of his busy employer. dis "I wonder what he means to do for Tom Green?" quiv ered the boy . "I was dying to ask him, but Spofford is a man who don't stand for much questioning." Dal hurried to the flower-stand, bought a floweT for his through the fear of seeming "green A half hour went pa.

28 OFF THE TICKER. feel like a boy again, Mr. Denby and a most lucky one, thanks to you." "The tip?" Dal repeated to himself. "Why, I didn't give her the shadow of one--was most careful not to, in fact, for I wasn't wholly sure that she didn't come from Mr. Spofford 's enemies." But aloud, Dal said : "Do you mind telling me, Miss Garner, just how you understood and played the tip." "Why, it was the easiest thing in the world, you delightful fellow!" Faith cried, impulsively. "Why, when I asked you if it would be safe for papa to hold on until the The following morning young Denby was at the office bright and early First of all, he was instructed to dra.w his ten thousand and take it out to bank it. Then he returned to the office--to a new set of duties. Tom Green received a thou s and dollars, and an increas{' of pay to fifteen dollars a week. Dal wanted to see Tom come out much better, but Tom, while a splendidly faithful fellow, was a plodder, none the less, and the world is full of plodders. But Tom has now advanced to a position where he draws a comfortable salary and enjoys his family life outside of stock rose to a hundred and ten, you pointed out to me the business hours danger that the bull and bear fight would keep it shifting Mulford, within the week, got into a scrape in New up and down, so that papa's margins would be wiped out." Jersey tha.t sent him to prison for ten years. "Yes." Dal has prospered and flgurished wonderfully in his "And so, of course, I understood your hint," Faith went on, simply. "Papa and I sold out when Traction was up three points When it dropped four we bought in again, sold on the n ext rise, bought at low ebb again, and so held on until the market closed yesterday afternoon Jus t be fore the close we s old out for good-two hundred thousand new duties. But be s t of all, he thinks, he dine s with Faith nearly every night now. She's known as Faith D enby in these days. Major Garner i s s till alive, and enjoys a sunny old age with his children, as he calls them. But he has two grand dollar s ahead. I rea soned that you knew, and meant to tell children, too. me, that 'l.'raction would keep going up and down. Did I understand your tip rightly, Mr. D enby-or did I stupidly play it the wrong way and get out with than we s hould have done?" "You did it jus t right-couldn't have done it better or more cleverly if you had tried!" Dal declared, warmly. "Why, my little girl i s pretty c lev e r," broke in the beam-. THE END. Man y American boys are eager l y interes ted in cadet life ing major. "But of course it was easy for her when she had such an excellent hint from the one boy in Wall Street at the g reat U. S. Military Academy at West P oint. We who really knew." "Pumped, and pumped dry, by crickets!" gasped Dal to hims e lf. "She pumped it all out of me-out of my word s have what we believe to be the best West Point story ever written. "FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN; OR, DICK DANFORD'S WEST POINT NERVE," by Lieutenant and face--when I prided myself that I wasn't saying a J. J. Ba rry, will be publi s hed complete in the next issue word to a girl whom I feared was sent by; the enemy! Otit next =eek. A of "Wide Awake Weekly," No. 3. Whew, but I'm glad the enemy didn't send a reall y clever stirring story nf cadet life and fighting!" woman to me! A s mart woman would have got Spafford's order list when I thought I had it locked in the safe!" Then, as Dal's gaze rested, lingeringly, on the smiling, girlish face, he muttered to pimself: "This is the kind nf gir 1 for me!" "What are you doing the rest of the day, Mr. Denby?" SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly asked the major. are always in print. If you canngt obtain them from any "Nothing." "Won't you come up to our rooms now, then, and dine newsdeal e r, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION with us to-night?" Dal would and did. He got a glimpse of a different SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies world that day. you order by return mail.


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S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMISTRY.-Containing the most ap proved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and the key for telling character by the bumps on the head. By Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S. Fully illustrated. HYPNOTISM. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and instructive information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also explaining the most approved methods which are employed by the leading hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUNT AND FISH.-The most complete hunting and fishing guide ever published. It contains full instructions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, together with descriptions .of game and fish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully illustrated. Every boy should know how to row and sail a boat. Full instructions are given in this little book, together with in structions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE.A complete treatise on the horse. Describing the most horses for business, the best horses for the road; also valuable recipes for diseases pecaliar to the horse. No. 48. HOW 'l'O BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A handy book for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. By C. Stansfield Hicks. FORTUNE TELLING. N?. 72. HOW ;ro DO SIXTY TRIOKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracmg all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with il llllltrations. By A. Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO FORTY TRIGKS WITH CARDS.Containing deceptive Card '1.'ricks as performed by leading conjurors and magicians. .Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. MAGIC. No. ? HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on aH the leading card tricks of the also most popular magical illusions as performed by oui: lea?mg mag1c1ans ; every boy should obtain a copy of this book, as 1t will both amuse and instruct. No .. 22. DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's second sight explamed bJ'. his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on the stage; also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of second sight. No. 43. HOW TO BECOl\lE A MAGICIAN.-Oontaining the grandest assortment of magical illusions ever placed before the public. Also tricks with cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEMICAL 'l'RICKS.-Containing over one hundred highly amusing and instructive tricks with chemicalii. By .A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrated. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGH'!' OF HAND.-Containing over fifty of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also contain mg the secret of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No._ 70. HOW '.1'0 MAKE -MAGIC TOYS.-Containing full directions for makmg Magic Toys and devices of many kinds. By A. Anderson. Fully illust.-ated. No. 73 .. HOW: TO TRICKS WITHNUMBERS.-Showlng many curious with figures and the magic of numbers. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. .No. 7.5. HO\Y TO A CONJUROR. -Containing tricks with Dommos, Dice, Cups and Balls, Hats etc. Embracing thirty-six illustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 78. HOW TO DO THE BLACK ART.-Containing a com plete description of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand, together with many wonderful experiments. By A. Anderson. Illustrated. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM BOOK. Containing the great oracle of human destiny; also the true meaning of almost any kind of dreams, together with charms, ceremonies, and curious games of cards. A complete book. No. 23. HOW TO EXPLAIN DREAMS.-Everybody dreams, MECHANICAL, from the little child to the aged man and woman. This little book No. 29. HOW TO BECOME .AN INVENTOR.-Every boy gives the explanation to all kinds of dreams, together with lucky should know how inventions originated. This book explains them and unlucky Jays, and "Napoleon's Oraculum," the book of fate. all, examples in electricity, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, No. 28. HOW TO TELL FORTUNES.-Everyone is desirous of pneumatics, mechanics, etc. The most instructive book published. knowing what his future life will bring forth, whether happiness or No. 5t;l. HOW TO AN ElNGINEER.-Containing full misery, wealth or poverty. You can tell by a glance at this little mstruct1ons how to proceed m order to become a locomotive en book. Buy one and be convinced. Tell your own fortune. Tell gineer; also directions for building a model locom<>tive together the fortune of your friends. with a full description of everything an engineer should know. No. 76. HOW TO TELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.-No. 57. HOW TO MAKE MUSICAL"INSTRUMEJNTS.-Full Containing rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lines of the band, directions how to a Banjo, Violin, Zither, .2Eolian Harp, Xylo or the secret of palmistry. Also the secret of telling future events phone and other musical instruments; together with a brief de by aid of moles, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anderson. scription of nearly every musical instrument used in ancient or ATHLETIC. modern times. Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald, for twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No. 6. HOW TO BECOME AN ATHLETE.-Giving full inNo. 59. HOW TO l\IAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.-Containing struction for the use of dumb bells, Indian clubs, parallel bars, a description of the lantern, together with its histo ry and invention. horizontal bars and various other methods of developing a good, Also full directions for Its use and for painting slides. Handsomely healthy muscle; containing over sixty illustrations. Every boy can illustrated. By John Allen. become strong and healthy by following the instructions contained No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Oontalning in this little book. complete instructions for performing ove1 sixty Mechanical Tricks. No. 10. HOW TO BOX.-The art of self-defense made easy. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. Containing over thirty illus-ations of guards, blows, a.nd the diiferLETTER WRITING. e11t positions of a good boxer. Every boy should obtain one of these useful and instructive books, as it wi:Il teach you how to box No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVEJ-LETTERS.-.A most comwithout an instructor. plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, 1'jo. 25. HOW TO BECOME .A GYMNAST.-Containing full and when to use them. giving specimen letters for young and old. instructions for all kinds of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS 'l.'0 LADIES.-Giving Embracing thirty-five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald. complete' instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; A handy and useful book. also letters of introduction, notes and requests. No. 34. HOW TO FENCE.-Containing full instruction for No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN.-fencing and the use of the broadsword; also instruction in archery. Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; Described with twenty-one practical illustrations, giving the best also giving sample letters for instruction. positions in fencing. A complete book. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS.-A wonderful little book, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, TRICKS WITH CARDS. mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and any-No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing body yo wish to write to. Every young man and every young explanations of t'he general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable lady in the land should have this book. to card tricli:s; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.-Con sleight-of-band; of tricks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of taining futl instructions for writing letters on almost any subject; specially prepared cards. By Professor Haffner. Illustrated. I a.lso for punctuation and composition, with specimen letters.


THE STAG E No. 41. THE B O Y S O F NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes use d by the mW T9 BECOME A. SPEA.KER.-Co n t a ining four teen 11lustrat1ons, giving the different positions requisite to b ec ome a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing g ems from the popular of prose and poetry, arranged in t he moat simple and conc1s.:? manner possible No. 49. _HOW TO DEBA'.rE.-Giving rul es for conduct in g de bates outlmes for debater, questions for discussion and t h e best sources for procuring info;;mation on the questions give n S OCIETY. No. 3 HOW TO FLIR'l'.-The arts and wiles o f flirtat ion are fully explained by this littl e book. Besides the various met h ods of ba.Ldkerchief'. fan, glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation, it con a _full list of the language and sentiment of flowers, which is m.terest1ng to everybody, both old and young You cannot be happy, without one 1 No. 4. BOW 'l'O DANCE is the titl e of a new a nd handso ma little book just issued by Tousey. It contains full i nstruc tions in the art of daueing, etiquette in the ball-room and at parties how to drE-ss, and full directions for calling off in all popu lar squaro dances No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A. complete gu i de to l ov e courtship and maJTiage, giving s ens ible advice, rules and etiquette to be observed, with many curious and interesting thi ngs not gen erally known. No. 11. HOW 'l'O DRESS.Conta.ining full instruction in the art of dressing and appearing well at home and abroad g i ving t h e selections of colors, material. and how to have them made up. No. 18. HOW TO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the hrightest and most valuable little books ever given to t h e wo rld. Everybody wishes to know how to become beautiful, both mal e and female. '.rhe secret is simple, and almost costless R ead t h is book and be convinced how to become beautiful. I BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7 HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely illustrated and containing full instructions for the management and training of t he canary. mockingbird, bobo1ink blackbird. paroquet, parrot, etc. No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBITS.-A useful and instructive book Handsome l y illus trated. Hy Ira Drofraw. No 40. HOW .ro l\IAKE AND SET TRA.PS.-In cl udin g h inta on how to catch moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels a nd birds. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J Harrin gton Ke e ne. No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-A valuable book, giving instruct ions in collecting, preparing, mountin1 and preserving hirds, animals aud ins ects No. 54 HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Gi vi n g com plete information as to the manner and method of raising, keepi ng, taming, breeding, and managing all kinds of pets; also giving full instructions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twen ty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete book o f "th e kind ever published. MIS CELLANEOUS. No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A scrnNTIST.-'A u se ful and in structive book, giving a complete treatise on chem istry; a l so ex ENTERTAINMENT. periments in acoustics, mechanics, mathematics, chemistry, a n d di rections for making fir ewo rks, colored fires, and gas balloons Thia No. 9 HOW TO A VEJ'ITRILOQUIST.-By Harry book cannot be equaled. No. 67 HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Containing a l a r ge collection of instructive and highly amusing electr ical t r icks togethe r with ill ustrations. By A. Anderson. K ennedy 1'he secret given away. Every inte lligent boy reading No. 14. HOW TO l\IAKE CA.NDY.-A complete hand-book for this book o f instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multi-making all kinds of candy, .. etcu etc. tudes every night with his wonderful imitations), can master the No. 84. HOW '.!..'0 BECOME AN AUTtiOR.Contai ning fu ll art, and create any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and the greatest book ever published. and theres millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing No. 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.A valuable information as to thE( neatness, legibility and genera l com very valuable l ittle book just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic recitations, etc., suitable H iland. for p a rlo r or drawingroom entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won money than any hook published. derful book. containing Qseful and practical information in t he No 35 HO\V TO PLAY GAMES.-A. complete and useful little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common to ever y book, containing the rules and of billiards, bagatelle, family Abounding in useful and effective recipes fo r general c om b ackgammon, croquet. dominoes, etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all No. 55 HOW TO COLLECT STA.MPS A.ND COINS.-Con th e l eading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information r ega rding the collecting and arranging a nd witty sayings. of stamps anci coins. Handsomely illustrated. No. 52. HOW 1'0 PLAY 01\RDS.-A. complete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETEC'rIVE.-By Old King Bra dy, book, itiving the rules and f\. 'irections for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective. In which he lays down some valuab le b ltge, Casino, Forty-Five, :a!'-. ,ce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some adventures A uction Pitch, All Fours, and many other popular games of cards. and experiences of well-known detectives. No. 66. HOW TO DO PDZZLES.-Containing over three hunNo 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPBER.C on tain d red interesting puzzles and conundrums. with key to same A ing useful information regarding the Camera and how t o work it; compl ete book Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. also how to make Photographic .Magic Lantern Slides and other ETIQUETTE N o 13 H O W TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It is a great life secret, and o,ne that every young man desires to know all about. There's happiness in it. No. 33 HO:W 'l'O BEHAVE.-Containing the rules and etiquette of good society and the eal'-iest and most approved methods of ap p e a ring to good advantage at parties, balls, the theatre, church, and in t he drawing-room DECLAMATION. No. 27. HOW TO RECITE AND BOOK OF RECITATIONS. C ontaining the most popuhlr sele<:!tions in use, comprising Dutch di alect, French dialect, Yankee and Irish dialect pieces, together Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W D e W Abney. No. 62 HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY CADET.-Containing full explanations how to gain admittance-, course of Study, Examinations, Duties. Staff of Officers, Post Guard, Police RPgnlations Fire Department, and all a boy shou ld know to be a Cadet. Ccmpiled and written by Lu Senarens, author of "How to B eco me a Naval Cadet." No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL CADET.-Co mplete in structions of how to gain admission to the Annapolis Naval Acad e my. Also containing the course of instruction, desc r iptio n of gronnds and buildings. historical sketch. and evervthing a b oy should know to berome an officer in the United States 'Navy. Com piled and writte n by :Ln author of "How to Bec ome a West Point Militan Cadet." w ith m a ny standard readings. CENT S TOUSEY PRICE 10 Addr ess-FRANK OR 3 F O R 2 5 CENTS. 2 4 Union Square New York.


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