What do you suppose _he_ cares about money--a fellow that can do things like that?
It's these jelly-fish that go camping with a whole savings bank in their pockets and no shovel to dig a drain ditch with--that's the kind that think about money! You make me sick.

Turn your pockets inside out, Alf, and let them see what you've got--go ahead!" All the while Mr.Ellsworth kept saying, "Shh, shh, Roy," but what did I care?
Even he couldn't stop me.
"What's _he_ got to do with it, anyway ?" Connie said to Mr.Ellsworth, "I don't see as it's any of _his_ business." "Well," I said, "I'll _make_ it my business.

You've got the kid so nervous and scared, that he can't even find his pockets, he--" "Just a moment, Roy," Mr.Ellsworth said.

"You mustn't forget yourself.
You have done our friends across the lake an injustice." "When I get through doing Skinny _justice_, it will be time enough to think of _them_," I said.

Oh, boy, I was mad.
Mr.Ellsworth said, "We have no wish to search Alfred, Roy.