I'll play fair.

Just as soon as you can do your share you get the forty." "I'll go you," Martin announced, stretching out his hand, which the other shook.

"Any advance ?--for rail-road ticket and extras ?" "I blew it in," was Joe's sad answer, with another reach at his aching head.

"All I got is a return ticket." "And I'm broke--when I pay my board." "Jump it," Joe advised.
"Can't.

Owe it to my sister." Joe whistled a long, perplexed whistle, and racked his brains to little purpose.
"I've got the price of the drinks," he said desperately.