"Well, what do you hope to do—what are you trying to do?"
"Raise five hundred dollars."
"How?"
"In any way."
"By begging?"
"I do not know how. Anyway, anyway will do!"
"But you cannot raise it by begging in this land, man," said the professor. "This is a land of beggars. Everybody seems to be poor and wretched."
"But I have found some of my own countrymen, and I hoped that you might have pity on me—oh, I did hope!"
"What? You didn't expect us to give you five hundred dollars?"
"Think of my boy—my poor boy! Pacheco has threatened to murder him by inches—to cut him up and send him to me in pieces! Is it not something terrible to contemplate?"