I simply can't get another dollar.

Here's the eleven, and you'd better be off with it.

I can't get any more, either, inside of a fortnight." "See here," raged young Scammon, "if ye think ye can play-----" "Take this money and get off," demanded Fred, impatiently.

"I'm going back home and to bed." "I guess, boy, it's about time fer me to see your old man," blustered Tip.

"If I hold off until to-morrer afternoon, will ye have the other nine, an' an extry dollar fer me trouble ?" "No," rasped Fred.