"No yarn about it, Billy; I'm going."
"Where to?"
"To the old country."
"When?"
"Oh, you're asking me too many questions. Better go to the old country with me, Billy."
"Not I, Windy; I've been there and know what it is. I'll never return to it until I'm rich."
"Hope that'll be soon, Billy."
"So do I, Windy; but it don't look that way now."
"Can you blame me for trying to make a stake?" asked I.
"Blame you, no; but you'll never make a stake writing a book."