16/36 I don't make a cent out of it." "Thirty-two thousand dollars! Not much, is it ?" "It ain't nothin' to a man like you." Gray nodded and smiled queerly as he thanked the nester, then from his pockets he removed several crumpled wads of currency and a handful of silver. These he counted before saying: "What capital I have is entirely liquid--it's all in cash. There is eighty-seven dollars and forty-three cents. It is every dollar in the world that I possess." "Huh ?" Gus Briskow's bright eyes searched the smiling countenance before him. |