The room was hot, the floor and green tables were sprinkled with poisoned flies, and the wooden chairs were uncomfortably hard, but it was cooler than the sidewalk, and the men lounged with their feet on the empty stove.
"Does anybody feel like another game ?" one asked.
"No," said the man he looked at.

"I've lost three dollars, and that's all I can spare.

Can't spare it, for that matter, but it's gone.

I'm going broke if this weather lasts.
"That's nothing," remarked another.

"Some of us have been broke since we came here; you get used to it.