He had not stated his urgent need of money, but Reynolds would know.

One by one every little trinket which he possessed went to pay his landlord for his room.

He had a small nugget, which he had carried as a good-luck pocket-piece for many months; this he sold, and at last his revolvers went, and then he seemed helpless.
No word from Reynolds came, and the worst of it was, if the money did come it would not now be enough to carry him back.

If he had been able to put it with the money from his nugget and revolvers it would at least have taken him to Denver.

But now it was too late.
At last there came a day when he was at his last resource.