He descended tragically to recalling that last meal at the drug store-the bowl of soup with its gracious burden of rich, nourishing catsup.
He began to alter the scenario of his own life.

Suppose he had worked two more weeks for Gashwiler.

That would have given him thirty dollars.
Suppose he had worked a month.

He could have existed a long time on sixty dollars.

Suppose he had even stuck it out for one week more-fifteen dollars at this moment! He began to see a breakfast, the sort of meal to be ordered by a hungry man with fifteen dollars to squander.
The shivering seized him again and he heard his teeth rattle.