The apron-string loomed near and he shied like an unbroken colt.
"It don't matter," he said.

"Busted I came into the world, busted I go out, and I've been busted most of the time since I arrived.

Come on; let's waltz." "But listen," she urged.

"My money's doing nothing.

I could lend it to you--a grub-stake," she added hurriedly, at sight of the alarm in his face.
"Nobody grub-stakes me," was the answer.