"You could use them just the same."
Jack swore savagely.
"Thank you," he returned. "I may be a beggar, but I won't be a beat."
Wilson laughed with his oily, chuckling laugh.
"I don't see," he observed with characteristic brusqueness, "why it is any worse to take a favor from a friend that offers it than to get it out of a club that can't help itself."
Jack's cheeks flushed, and he began an angry reply. Then he restrained himself.
"I won't quarrel with you for doing your official duty, Wilson," he said stiffly. "I'll fix things somehow or get out."
"Oh, hang it, man," returned the doctor good-naturedly, "you mustn't talk of getting out. I'll lend you what you need."
"Thank you, but you know I can't pay you."
"That's no matter. Something will turn up, and you may pay me when you get ready."