He had turned and was looking from the window.

It was snowing now very hard, and twilight, under the edges of torn gray clouds was creeping over the Square; he could barely see the flickering lights in Archibald McBride's dingy shop-windows.
"Give me a chance, Andy!" he said at last appealingly.
"To the end of the month, not a day more," asserted Gilmore.
"Where am I to get such a sum in that time?
You know I can't do it!" "Don't ask me, but turn to and get it, Marsh.

That's your only hope." "By the first of the year perhaps," urged Langham.
"No, get rid of the notion that I am going to let up on you, for I ain't! I'm going to squat on your trail until the money's in my hand; otherwise I know damn well I won't ever see a cent of it! I ain't your only creditor, but the one who hounds you hardest will see his money first, and I got you where I want you." "I can't raise the money; what will you gain by ruining me ?" demanded Langham.

He wished to impress this on Gilmore, and then he would propose as a compromise the few hundreds it would be possible to borrow from North.
"To get square with you, Marsh, will be worth something, and frankly, I ain't sure that I ever expected to see any of that money, but as long as you stood my friend I was disposed to be easy on you." "I am still your friend." "Just about so-so, but you won't keep Moxlow--" "I can't!" "Then I can't see where your friendship comes in." Gilmore quitted his chair.
"Wait, Andy!" said Langham hastily.
"No use of any more talk, Marsh, I want my money! Go dig it up." "Suppose, by straining every nerve, I can raise five hundred dollars by the end of the month--" "Oh, pay your grocer with that!" Langham choked down his rage.

"You haven't always been so contemptuous of such sums." "I'm feeling proud to-day, Marsh.