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"She's loose in New York--a regulardoing here Daot another ured while the wheel whirred--"7--7-1/2--8--8-1/2"

Cresswell listened, staggered to his feet, his face criasped "I'reat heavens!"

The ticker whirred, "8-3/4--9--9-1/2--10" Then it stopped dead

"Exchange closed," said Taylor "We've cornered the ot over half the crop and we can send prices to the North Star--you--why, I figure it you Cresswells are worth at least seven hundred and fifty thousand above liabilities thisblack cigar

"I've made a million or so myself," he added reflectively

Cresswell leaned back in his chair, his face had gone white again, and he spoke slowly to still the treaambled--for money--and--women--but--"

"But not on cotton, hey? Well, I don't know about cards and such; but they can't beat cotton"

"And say, John Taylor, you're my friend" Cresswell stretched his hand across the desk, and as he bent forward the pistol crashed to the floor