And I've no money.

I gave what I had to them wolf-eyed boys, Bill an' Bert.

Money was what they wanted, an' after I had Irene's son with me, money was the cheapest way of gettin' rid of 'em." "I'll buy the plot." "Have you got that much money, lad ?" "Yes," lied Pierre calmly.
The bright eyes grew dimmer and then fluttered close.

Pierre started to his feet, thinking that the end had come.

But the voice began again, fainter, slowly.
"No light left inside of me, but dyin' this way is easy.