field—then these men would fall over themselves to back me."
"Well, can't you do it?" Coffee Jim inquired. Ford shook his head.
"Cost too much," he said. "I've laid off work a lot this summer, trying to get capital, and the boy's been sick. I'd have to buy a new car for the racing. I might rake up money enough for material, but I couldn't make the car in time, working evenings, and I can't afford to give up my job and spend my whole time on it."
