Among these was Garry Minott.
"You heard how Mason, the Chicago man, euchred the Mukton gang,
didn't you?" he had shouted to a friend one night at the Magnolia
--"Oh, listen! boys. They set up a job on him,--he's a countryman,
you know a poor little countryman--from a small village called
Chicago--he's got three millions, remember, all in hard cash.
Nice, quiet motherly old gentleman is Mr. Mason--butter wouldn't
melt in his mouth. Went into Mukton with every dollar he had--so
kind of Mr. Breen to let him in--yes, put him down for 2,000
shares more. Then Breen & Co. began to hoist her up--five points--
ten points--twenty points. At the end of the week they had,
without knowing it, bought every share of Mason's stock." Here
Garry roared, as did the others within hearing. "And they've got
it yet. Next day the bottom dropped out. Some of them heard Mason
laugh all the way to the bank. He's cleaned up half a million and
gone back home--'so afraid his mother would spank him for being
out late o' nights without his nurse,'" and again Garry's laugh
rang out with such force and earnestness that the glasses on
Biffy's table chinked in response.
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