An' him with less 'n a hundred dollars!" Allie spoke again in great relief.

"Lord! You give me a turn." Her expression altered, her lips parted in a slow smile.

"So! He's pore, eh?
Pore as we was.

Well, I declare!" She rose and turned her back upon her father.
"No, he ain't pore," Briskow said, irritably.

"Not now he ain't.