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Rh tearing mad, I know. But I won't care—that is, if we come to a deal."

"Come and see me this evening, then. I am stopping at the Columbus Hotel, on the Bowery."

"I know the place, and I'll be up at seven o'clock," returned Matt; and on this agreement the two separated.

"My, but I would like to become a traveling auctioneer!" said the boy to himself, as he hurried dcwn Broadway. "I wish I had enough money so that we could go in as equal partners. He seems a first-rate chap in every way, and honest, too, or he would not have gotten into that row over the five-dollar counterfeit."

Matt had lost much time in talking to Andrew Dilks, and now, in order to reach Wall street the quicker, he hopped upon the tail-end of a dray that was moving rapidly toward the Battery.

"Beating the cable cars out of a nickel!" he called to the driver, and that individual smiled grimly, and said nothing.

Less than ten minutes later the boy entered the stock-broker's main office. He was just about to pass into Randolph Fenton's private apartment when the figure of a man moving rapidly down the street attracted his attention. It was the red