"You would not have me come into the City this morning.

D--n it, you don't mean that you--" "I'm bust!" Trent said roughly.

"Is that plain enough?
I've been bulling on West Australians, and they boomed and this afternoon the Government decided not to back us at Bekwando, and the mines are to be shut down.
Tell you all about it if you like." No one wanted to hear all about it.

They shrunk from him as though he were a robber.

Only the little brown girl was sorry, and she looked at him with dark, soft eyes.
"I've given a bill of sale here," Trent continued.