“Neither Morgan nor myself will be troubled by him any more,” he declared. “That man is dead.”
CHAPTER XXVI
WHAT ELSIE SAID.
“Say, old fellow,” said Ready, edging up to Browning, “lend me fifty, will you?”
“Fifty what?” grunted Bruce.
“Why, fifty dollars. I——”
“Quit your joking.”
“I’m not joking. I need the money. I’m broke.”
“My dear boy,” said Browning, “you’re not broke; you’re cracked. Lend you fifty dollars! I see myself!”
“I am desperate,” asserted Jack wildly. “There is no telling what a man will do when he needs money.”