But let bad luck hit yuh once--say, they don't know you any more a-tall.

I was doing fine on the Coast, too, but a fellow's never satisfied with what he's got.

The game looked bigger back East, and I went.

Now look at me! Bumming my way back when I planned to make a record flight! Kicked off the train in this flyspeck on the desert; nothing to eat since yesterday, not even a smoke left on me, nor the price of one!" He accepted with a nod the tobacco and papers Johnny held out to him, and proceeded languidly to roll a cigarette.
"Down to straight bumming--when I ought to be making my little old thousand dollars a flight.

Maybe you've kept in touch with things on the Coast.