If what McGrath said was true, that Lloyd's losing money keeping on, I dunno how we can expect him or any other man to do that." "Why not he lose money as well as we ?" demanded Nahum, fiercely.
"'Cause we 'ain't got none to lose," cried Jim Tenny, with a hard laugh, and Eva and Fanny echoed him hysterically.
Nahum took no notice of the interruption.

Tragedy, to his comprehension, never verged on comedy.

One could imagine his face of intense melancholy and denunciation relaxed with laughter no more than that of the stern prophet of righteous retribution whose name he bore.
"Why shouldn't Norman Lloyd lose money ?" he demanded again.

"Why shouldn't he lose his fine house as well as I my poor little home?
Why shouldn't he lose his purple and fine linen as well as Jim his chances of happiness?
Why shouldn't he lose his diamond shirt-studs, and his carriage and horses, as well as Joe his life ?" "Well, he earned his money, I suppose," Andrew said, slowly, "and I suppose it's for him to say what he'll do with it." "Earned his money?
He didn't earn his money," cried Nahum Beals.

"We earned it, every dollar of it, by the sweat of our brows, and it's for us, not him, to say what shall be done with it.