Read it through once

A few beats of silence. From outside the sound of some boys singing a street-ballad faintly. The Captain lounges back in his chair and strikes a pose as though composing himself for a speech. 'What we want,' he declares pompously, 'is a little cash, Juno — a bit of ready money. Money is the key to the world. With money you can buy a horse, an' with a horse you can ride to elections, an' with elections you can come into power — an' with power you can make yourself a lord.'