“Hell I can!”
“Hell you can’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because—I can’t accept anything from you. Food is a different matter. You fixed the conditions 242 yourself—‘fifty-fifty’ you called it. And that’s how it stands.”
He jerked his chair back and strode up and down the shack. This unexpected swing of the pendulum upset all his arrangements. He feared she did not understand the true state of affairs.
“Things is different—I’ve failed,” he growled.
“We’ve failed—you mean.”
“And I’m broke.”
“We’re broke,” she corrected.
Impatiently he caught her by the arms. He lowered his voice to impress upon her the necessity of carrying out his plan.