| Martin nodded. | Mortun nodud. |
| "This is a small laundry, up country, belongs to Shelly Hot Springs,—hotel, you know. Two men do the work, boss and assistant. I'm the boss. You don't work for me, but you work under me. Think you'd be willin' to learn?" | "Dhis iz u smaul laundry, up kuntry, bilongz too Shely Hot Springz,--hoetel, ue noe. Too men doo dhu wurk, bos and usistunt. Ie'm dhu bos. Ue doent wurk faur my, but ue wurk undur my. Thingk ue'd by wilin' too lurn?" |
| Martin paused to think. The prospect was alluring. A few months of it, and he would have time to himself for study. He could work hard and study hard. | Mortun pauzd too thingk. Dhu prospekt wuz ulwring. U fue munths uv it, and hy wwd hav tiem too himself faur study. Hy kwd wurk hord and study hord. |
| "Good grub an' a room to yourself," Joe said. | "Gwd grub an' u room too yaurself." Joe sed. |
| That settled it. A room to himself where he could burn the midnight oil unmolested. | Dhat setuld it. U room too himself wher hy kwd burn dhu midniet oil unmulestud. |
| "But work like hell," the other added. | "But wurk liek hel," dhy udhur adud. |
| Martin caressed his swelling shoulder-muscles significantly. "That came from hard work." | Mortun kuresd hiz sweling shoeldur-musulz signifikuntly. "Dhat kaem frum hord wurk." |
| "Then let's get to it." Joe held his hand to his head for a moment. "Gee, but it's a stem-winder. Can hardly see. I went down the line last night—everything—everything. Here's the frame-up. The wages for two is a hundred and board. I've ben drawin' down sixty, the second man forty. But he knew the biz. You're green. If I break you in, I'll be doing plenty of your work at first. Suppose you begin at thirty, an' work up to the forty. I'll play fair. Just as soon as you can do your share you get the forty." | "Dhen let's get too it." Joe held hiz hand too hiz hed faur u moemunt. "Jy, but it's u stem-wiendur. Kan hordly sy. Ie went doun dhu lien last niet—evrything—evrything. Hir'z dhu fraem-up. Dhu waejuz faur too iz u hundrud and baurd. Ie'v ben drauin' doun siksty, dhu sekund man faurty. But hy noo dhu biz. Ue'r gryn. If Ie braek ue in, Ie'l by doo.ing plenty uv yaur wurk at furst. Supoez ue bigin at thurty, an' wurk up too dhu faurty. Ie'l plae fer. Just az soon az ue kan doo yaur sher ue get dhu faurty." |
| "I'll go you," Martin announced, stretching out his hand, which the other shook. "Any advance?—for rail-road ticket and extras?" | "Ie'l goe ue," Mortun unounsd, streching out hiz hand, which dhy udhur shwk. "Eny udvans?—faur rael-roed tikut and ekstruz?" |
| "I blew it in," was Joe's sad answer, with another reach at his aching head. "All I got is a return ticket." | "Ie bloo it in," wuz Joe'z sad ansur, with unudhur rych at hiz aeking hed. "Aul Ie got iz u riturn tikut." |
| 156a | 156a |
| Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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