"I am going to the deuce, headlong, Charley."
"Don't, Tom!"
"Don't what? Not go or not talk of it? It is as sure as death, lad."
"Have you made holes in your money?"
"Fairly so. I think I may say so, considering that the whole of it is spent."
"Oh, Tom!"
"Every individual stiver. But upon my honour as a soldier, Charley, other people have had more of it than I. A lot of it went at once, when I came into it, paying off back debts."
"What shall you do? You will never make your pay suffice."
"Sell out, I expect."
"And then?"