"Yeah," assented Swing Tunstall. "A kid is something new." "Thu-then you can't lend me that money?" Racey inquired, querulously. "No, Racey, I can't. Honest, I'd like to. Nothin' I'd like better. Only the way I'm fixed just now it's plain flat impossible." "Then I s'puh-s'puh-s'pose I'll have to touch the Bar S folks or the Cross-in-a-box. I gotta have money. Gug-gotta. They're my friends.