I've flung in every dollar I can rake and scrape for margin and my stocking's about turned inside out.

I got a tip last week that I thought would land us all on our feet, but it worked the other way." Something connected with the tip must have stirred him for his face clouded as he rose to his feet, exclaiming: "Have a drop, Jack ?--that last one braced me up." Again Jack shook his head, and again Garry settled himself back in his chair.
"I am powerless, Garry," said Jack.

"If I had the money you should have it.

I have nothing but my salary and I have drawn only a little of that lately, so as to help out in starting the new work.

I thought I had something in an ore bank my father left me, but it is valueless, I find.
I suppose I could put some life in it if I would work it along the lines Uncle Arthur wants me to, but I can't and won't do that.