Third Street, by the time he reached there, was stirring with other bankers and brokers called forth by the exigencies of the occasion.  There was a suspicious hurrying of feet—­that intensity which makes all the difference in the world between a hundred people placid and a hundred people disturbed.  At the exchange, the atmosphere was feverish.  At the sound of the gong, the staccato uproar began.  Its metallic vibrations were still in the air when the two hundred men who composed this local organization at its utmost stress of calculation, threw themselves upon each other in a gibbering struggle to dispose of or seize bargains of the hour.  The interests were so varied that it was impossible to say at which pole it was best to sell or buy.

Targool and Rivers had been delegated to stay at the center of things, Joseph and Edward to hover around on the outside and to pick up such opportunities of selling as might offer a reasonable return on the stock.  The “bears” were determined to jam things down, and it all depended on how well the agents of Mollenhauer, Simpson, Butler, and others supported things in the street-railway world whether those stocks retained any strength or not.  The last thing Butler had said the night before was that they would do the best they could.  They would buy up to a certain point.  Whether they would support the market indefinitely he would not say.  He could not vouch for Mollenhauer and Simpson.  Nor did he know the condition of their affairs.

While the excitement was at its highest Cowperwood came in.  As he stood in the door looking to catch the eye of Rivers, the ’change gong sounded, and trading stopped.  All the brokers and traders faced about to the little balcony, where the secretary of the ’change made his announcements; and there he stood, the door open behind him, a small, dark, clerkly man of thirty-eight or forty, whose spare figure and pale face bespoke the methodic mind that knows no venturous thought.  In his right hand he held a slip of white paper.

“The American Fire Insurance Company of Boston announces its inability to meet its obligations.”  The gong sounded again.

Immediately the storm broke anew, more voluble than before, because, if after one hour of investigation on this Monday morning one insurance company had gone down, what would four or five hours or a day or two bring forth?  It meant that men who had been burned out in Chicago would not be able to resume business.  It meant that all loans connected with this concern had been, or would be called now.  And the cries of frightened “bulls” offering thousand and five thousand lot holdings in Northern Pacific, Illinois Central, Reading, Lake Shore, Wabash; in all the local streetcar lines; and in Cowperwood’s city loans at constantly falling prices was sufficient to take the heart out of all concerned.  He hurried to Arthur Rivers’s side in the lull; but there was little he could say.