Which remark showed that Potter didn’t know everything. In other words, he didn’t know about his chum’s latest deal in D. & G. For reasons that he considered good and sufficient Jack had kept that fact from him. But he intended to keep his word to Ed and give him the profit of three shares, or what was practically equal to a hundred-dollar note. On Monday morning D. & G. opened at 81⅜. From this on, another pair of eager eyes in the office followed the rise of the syndicate stock. Millie was almost as excited over it as Jack himself. It reached and hovered around 90 all day Thursday. The pretty stenographer was so nervous she could hardly do her work, and twice she couldn’t refrain from scribbling the words “PLEASE SELL” in big capital letters on a slip of paper and passing it over to Jack with beseeching eyes. But the boy only smiled and never turned a hair. He had the nerve of the oldest and most successful operator on the Street. “It’s ninety-two or bust,” he said to her the last time. “But, Jack, it seems to be standing still to-day.” “Only resting to catch its breath for a fresh effort,” grinned the reckless messenger. Millie threw up her hands with a little gesture of despair, whereat Jack laughed and walked off. CHAPTER XVII. THE GOPHER MINING COMPANY TURNS UP A TRUMP. “This is my lucky day,” said Jack to Millie next morning as he stood in front of her desk while she was taking the japanned case off her machine. “What--Friday?” “Yep.” “Mother calls it hangman’s day, and superstitious people won’t do lots of things on that day.” “Pooh! America was discovered on a Friday; many of our most distinguished men were born on a Friday, and many famous events occurred on a Friday. So there you are!” Jack went to his work, and Millie started to copy several letters from shorthand notes of the day before. About this time Mr. Bishop came in, and the first thing he did was to send Jack with an order to a William Street printer. When he got back, the cashier handed him a letter addressed to him, care of the firm, bearing the Denver postmark, which had been delivered by the postman while he was out. In one corner was the imprint of the “Gopher Gold Mining Company.” The boy tore it open and found a brief note and a bank draft. The latter represented the third annual dividend, this time of three cents per share, on 5,000 shares, which amounted to $150. An accompanying printed enclosure intimated that the dividends would probably hereafter be declared semi-annually, owing to increased output and superior character of the ore mined. There was also a notification that the price of shares had been advanced from 15 to 25 cents, and that only a limited number of shares would be sold at that figure, the company reserving the right to still further advance the price without notice.