"What do you think of that, my boy?" said Potts.
"Well," returned Clark, cautiously, "I don"t like them American names."
"Why," said Potts, "the stock is at a premium. I"ve been getting from twenty to twenty-five per cent. dividends. They"ll sell for three hundred thousand nearly. I"ll sell them all. I"ll sell them all,"
he cried. "I"ll have gold enough to put a stop to this sort of thing forever."
"I thought you had some French and Russian bonds," said Clark.
"I gave those to that devil who had the--the papers, you know. He consented to take them, and I was very glad, for they paid less than the others."
Clark was silent.
"Why, man, what are you thinking about? Don"t you know that I"m good for two millions, what with my estate and my stock?"
"But you owe an infernal lot."
"And haven"t I notes and other securities from every body?"
"Yes, from every body; but how can you get hold of them?"
"The first people of the county!"
"And as poor as rats."
"London merchants!"
"Who are they? How can you get back your money?"
"Smithers & Co. will let me have what I want."
"If Smithers & Co. knew the present state of affairs I rather think that they"d back down."
"Pooh! What! Back down from a man with my means! Nonsense! They know how rich I am, or they never would have begun. Come, don"t be a fool. It"ll take three days to get gold for my stock, and if you don"t help me the bank may stop before I get it. If you"ll help me for three days I"ll pay you well."
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE RUN ON THE BANK]
"How much will you give?"
"I"ll give ten thousand pounds--there! I don"t mind."
"Done. Give me your note for sixty thousand pounds, and I"ll let you have the fifty thousand for three days."
"All right. You"ve got me where my hair is short; but I don"t mind. When can I have the money?"
"The day after to-morrow. I"ll go to Plymouth now, get the money to-morrow, and you can use it the next day."
"All right; I"ll send down John to London with the stock, and he"ll bring up the gold at once."
Clark started off immediately for Plymouth, and not long after John went away to London. Potts remained to await the storm which he dreaded.
The next day came. The bank opened late on purpose. Potts put up a notice that it was to be closed that day at twelve, on account of the absence of some of the directors.
At about eleven the crowd of people began to make their appearance as before. Their demands were somewhat larger than on the previous day.
Before twelve ten thousand pounds had been paid. At twelve the bank was shut in the faces of the clamorous people, in accordance with the notice.
Strangers were there from all parts of the county. The village inn was crowded, and a large number of carriages was outside. Potts began to look forward to the next day with deep anxiety. Only five thousand pounds remained in the bank. One man had come with notes to the extent of five thousand, and had only been got rid of by the shutting of the bank. He left, vowing vengeance.
To Potts"s immense relief Clark made his appearance early on the following day. He had brought the money. Potts gave him his note for sixty thousand pounds, and the third day began.
By ten o"clock the doors were besieged by the largest crowd that had ever a.s.sembled in this quiet village. Another host of lookers-on had collected. When the doors were opened they poured in with a rush.
The demands on this third day were very large. The man with the five thousand had fought his way to the counter first, and clamored to be paid. The noise and confusion were overpowering. Every body was cursing the bank or laughing at it. Each one felt doubtful about getting his pay. Potts tried to be dignified for a time. He ordered them to be quiet, and a.s.sured them that they would all be paid. His voice was drowned in the wild uproar. The clerks counted out the gold as rapidly as possible, in spite of the remonstrances of Potts, who on three occasions called them all into the parlor, and threatened to dismiss them unless they counted more slowly. His threats were disregarded.
They went back, and paid out as rapidly as before. The amounts required ranged from five or ten pounds to thousands of pounds. At last, after paying out thousands, one man came up who had notes to the amount of ten thousand pounds. This was the largest demand that had yet been made. It was doubtful whether there was so large an amount left. Potts came out to see him. There was no help for it; he had to parley with the enemy.
He told him that it was within a few minutes of three, and that it would take an hour at least to count out so much--would he not wait till the next day? There would be ample time then.
The man had no objection. It was all the same to him. He went out with his bundle of notes through the crowd, telling them that the bank could not pay him. This intelligence made the excitement still greater. There was a fierce rush to the counter. The clerks worked hard, and paid out what they could in spite of the hints and even the threats of Potts, till at length the bank clock struck the hour of three. It had been put forward twenty minutes, and there was a great riot among the people on that account, but they could not do any thing. The bank was closed for the day, and they had to depart.
Both Potts and Clark now waited eagerly for the return of John. He was expected before the next day. He ought to be in by midnight. After waiting impatiently for hours they at length drove out to see if they could find him.
About twelve miles from Brandon they met him at midnight with a team of horses and a number of men, all of whom were armed.
"Have you got it?"
"Yes," said John, "what there is of it."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I"m too tired to explain. Wait till we get home."
It was four o"clock in the morning before they reached the bank. The gold was taken out and deposited in the vaults, and the three went up to the Hall. They brought out brandy and refreshed themselves, after which John remarked, in his usual laconic style,
"You"ve been and gone and done it."
"What?" asked Potts, somewhat puzzled.
"With your speculations in stocks."
"What about them?"
"Nothing," said John, "only they happen to be at a small discount."
"A discount?"
"Slightly."
Potts was silent.