His available resources were now represented by some guns, old books, bridles, another saddle, his rare Chinese punch-bowl and its teakwood stand, and a few remaining odds and ends.
He could hope for no payment from the Patapsco--certainly not for some years; nor could he raise money even on these hopes, the general opinion being that despite the efforts of John Gorsuch, Rutter, and Harding to punish the guilty and resuscitate the innocent, the bank would finally collapse without a cent being paid the depositors.

As for that old family suit, it had been in the courts for forty-odd years and it was likely to be there forty-odd years more before a penny would be realized from the settlement.
Had he been differently constructed--he a man with scores and scores of friends, many of whom would gladly have helped him--he might have made his wants known; but such was not his make-up.

The men to whom he could apply--men like Horn, the archdeacon, Murdoch, and one or two others--had no money of their own to spare, and as for wealthier men--men like Rutter and Harding--starvation itself would be preferable to an indebtedness of that kind.

Then again, he did not want his poverty known.

He had defied Talbot Rutter, and had practically shown him the door when the colonel doubted his ability to pay Harry's debts and still live, and no humiliation would be greater than to see Rutter's satisfaction over his abject surrender.