"I told you I wouldn't take another dollar of your money, and I won't," he replied, sharply. "That's settled. I must get clear and keep clear of all this 'bunk.'"
"But suppose you find my powers real?" she asked, trembling with eagerness.
He hesitated. "Then—well—if I believed in your powers I would still object to your earning money with—by means of your—your Voices. I've got to make my own way in the world, and from this moment!"
She read an unmitigable opposition in his eyes and sadly said, "You'll come here to sleep, won't you?"
He conceded so much, though reluctantly. "Yes, I'll sleep here, but as soon as I make a raise of any work I intend to pay for my board. As for carfare, I guess my junk will have to go into 'hock.'" He rose. "You see, I won a silver mug and a watch by being useful to the team. It's them to 'Uncle Jake's,'" he ended, with a return to the college youth's vocabulary, and going to his valise took out his reward for muscular merit and showed it to her. "Isn't that smooth?"
Her eyes shone with pride. "How much do you suppose you can borrow on it?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Five dollars, maybe."
"Well, I'll lend you ten dollars on it."
He looked at her with musing eyes. "Say twenty, and you may have both mug and watch."
She went to her purse and handed to him the money.