The bulls rushed wheat up as I wired you, but the other folks got their claws in and worried it down again.

Wheat's anywhere and nowhere all the time, and I'm advising nobody just now.

No doubt you've formed your own opinion." Winston nodded.

"It's the last of the grapple, and the bears aren't quite beaten yet, but any time the next week or two the decisive turn will come.

Then, if they haven't got out, there'll be very little left of them." "You seem tolerably sure of the thing.