"Same as usual—nothing!" he answered dryly.
"Down on your luck, eh?" she said sympathetically.
"Never had any luck," he grumbled.
"Been out long?"
"Only six weeks the whole season. Show busted. I'm on my uppers for fair this time—eligible for the down-and-out club. No prospects, either."
The girl made a motion with her pocketbook. Kindly she said:
"Say, Jim—let me loan you a ten spot—we're old pals, you and I——"
He shook his head determinedly. Almost savagely, he exclaimed:
"No, I'll be d——d if I do! The river before that. Thank God, I still have my self respect left!" Quickly changing the topic, he went on: "I met an old friend of yours the other day."
"Who?"