"WE ain't in it.

That money is yours, old chap--every cent of it--property acquired before marriage, you know; and the only thing we'll do is to be damned before we'll see you drop a dime of it into this Godforsaken hole.

No!" "But we're partners," gasped Barker.
"Not in THIS! The utmost we can do for you, opulent sir--though it ill becomes us horny-handed sons of toil to rub shoulders with Dives--is perchance to dine with you, to take a pasty and a glass of Malvoisie, at some restaurant in Sacramento--when you've got things fixed, in honor of your return to affluence.

But more would ill become us!" "But what are YOU going to do ?" said Barker, with a half-hysteric, half-frightened smile.
"We have not yet looked through our luggage," said Demorest with invincible gravity, "and there's a secret recess--a double FOND--to my portmanteau, known only to a trusty page, which has not been disturbed since I left my ancestral home in Faginia.

There may be a few First Debentures of Erie or what not still there." "I felt some strange, disklike protuberances in my dress suit the other day, but belike they are but poker chips," said Stacy thoughtfully.
An uneasy feeling crept over Barker.