Sure, I'll sell the car.

I was thinking of it, anyway," he testified falsely but reassuringly.

"We'll need every cent I can raise.
There's chemicals and Lord knows what all; and when we come to making our prints and marketing, why--" he threw out both hands expressively.

"If we land in Albuquerque with five thousand dollars and our outfit, we won't have a cent to throw away.

At that, we'll have to squeeze every nickel till it hollers, before we're through.