"You are exactly five cents richer than yours truly."
Both sharpers laughed at this. With them it was "easy come, easy go," and temporary poverty did not bother them.
"Perhaps I am five cents richer," went on Jim Huskin. "But I owe my hotel three weeks' board."
"It's a wonder they let you stay that long."
"I've got a well-filled trunk in my room." And Huskin chuckled and winked one eye.
"Filled with bricks, eh?"
"No, paving stones—although they are about the same thing. Say, when the hotel keeper opens that he'll have enough to build on another addition."
"He won't build it on to accommodate such guests as you."
"I don't suppose he will—and I don't care."