"Will you come here?"
"Why not?"
"Frankly, I want to do something by myself," said Bojo stubbornly. "I don't want some one to take me by the collar and jack me up into success."
"Think it over!"
"No, I'll stick to that. I want to get into a rational life. To live the way I've been living is torture."
Drake hesitated, as though loathe to let him go, seeking some way out.
"Won't you let me make good your losses—at least that?"
"Not after the hole I got into, no."
"Damn it, Tom, won't you let me do something to help out?"