"Are they?''
"Yes; heavy."
"If he's worth backing at all I suppose he's worth backing heavily."
This aphorism seemed to merit a new cigar on Crane's part, so he lighted
one.
"He's travelin' up and down in the market," continues Faust. "He
dropped to thirty, then went back to seventy-five; now he's at twenty; I
can't make it out."
"I shouldn't try," advised Crane, soothingly. "Too much knowledge is
even as great a danger as a lesser amount sometimes."
Faust started guiltily and looked with quick inquiry at the speaker,
but, as usual, there was nothing in his presence beyond the words to
hang a conjecture on.
"I thought for your sake that I'd better find out."
"Oh, don't worry about me; that is, too much, you know. I go down to
Gravesend once in a while myself, and no doubt know all that's doing."
A great fear fell upon Faust. Evidently this was an intimation to him
to keep away from the stables. How did Crane know--who had split on
him? Was it Langdon, or Shandy, or Colley? Some one had evidently
aroused Crane's suspicion, and this man of a great cleverness had put
him away while he worked a big commission through some one else. The
thought was none the less bitter to Faust that it was all his own fault;
his super-cleverness.
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