"He has a right to expect that."

"As I am to break you in, you had better go about with me
everywhere. First, we will go to the post-office."

The two boys walked to Nassau Street, where the New York post-office
was then located. Harry pointed out the box belonging to the firm,
and producing a key opened it, and took out half a dozen letters.

"There may be some stock orders in these letters," he said; "we will
go back to the office, give them to Mr. Clark to open, and then you
can go with me to the Stock Exchange."

Ten minutes later they entered the large room used by the brokers as
an Exchange. Grant looked about him in undisguised astonishment. It
seemed like a pandemonium. The room was full of men, shouting,
gesticulating and acting like crazy men. The floor was littered with
fragments of paper, and on a raised dais were the officers of the
Exchange, the chief among them, the chairman, calling rapidly the
names of a long list of stocks. Each name was followed by a confused
shouting, which Grant learned afterward to be bids for the stock
named. There were several groups of brokers, each apparently
interested in some leading security. In each of the galleries, one
at each end, overlooking the stock room, curious spectators were
watching what was going on.

Harry Decker was amused at Grant's look of surprise and
bewilderment.