Both men looked aghast.
"You--you don't mean that, Judge ?" gasped Zoeth.
"Poor?
Marcellus poor ?" cried Shadrach.

"Why--why, what kind of talk's that?
He didn't have no more than the rest of us when--" he hesitated, glanced at Zoeth, and continued, "when the firm give up business back in '79; but he went to sea again and made considerable, and then he made a whole lot in stocks.

I know he did.

You know it, too, Zoeth.

How could he be poor ?" "Because, like so many other fortunate speculators, he continued to speculate and became unfortunate.