"I didn't make out at all."
"Pshaw! That's too bad. What are you going to do now?"
"Go back home."
"I wish I could help you. Do you need work very much?"
"Well, I have to help support the house since my father met with that accident."
"That's so. Shucks! Why ain't I rich? Then I could help my old friend."
"I don't think my father would take money that he or I did not earn."
"No, that's right, he wouldn't. But if I was rich I could give you a job. As it is I can't do any more than offer to grub-stake you, or let you come prospecting with me."
"Thank you very much for the offer, but I don't believe I could do it. We need money right away, and I must earn it—somehow."
"But how are you going to?"