But once he shook his head when she described the gilded future she saw for him.
"Money in great gobs like that ain't much use to me," he demurred.

"Once I blew into Lund, over here, with twenty-five thousand dollars in my pocket that I got outa silver claims.

All I ever saved outa that chunk was two pairs of socks.

No need of you makin' plans on my being a millionaire.

It ain't in me.