He offered it in fractions, and some agreed to take one portion, and some another.

In about an hour he was all secure on this save one lot of two hundred barrels, which he decided to offer in one lump to a famous operator named Genderman with whom his firm did no business.

The latter, a big man with curly gray hair, a gnarled and yet pudgy face, and little eyes that peeked out shrewdly through fat eyelids, looked at Cowperwood curiously when he came in.
"What's your name, young man ?" he asked, leaning back in his wooden chair.
"Cowperwood." "So you work for Waterman & Company?
You want to make a record, no doubt.

That's why you came to me ?" Cowperwood merely smiled.
"Well, I'll take your flour.

I need it.