His companion shifted his position on the bench.

Silence fell again, as much silence as the mosquitoes would permit.
Suddenly Brown seemed to reach a determination.
"Atkins," he said briskly, and with considerable bitterness in his tone, "don't you worry about my people.

They don't know where I am, and--well, some of them, at least, don't care.

Maybe I'm a rolling stone--at any rate, I haven't gathered any moss, any financial moss.

I'm broke.