| Martin's arm around him and supporting him, while he thought. | Mortun'z orm uround him and supaurting him, whiel hy thaut. |
| "Make that two laundrymen," he said abruptly. "Here, lemme fix it." | "Maek dhat too laundrymun," hy sed ubruptly. "Hir lemy fiks it." |
| "What are you quitting for?" Martin demanded. | "Whot or ue kwiting faur?" Mortun dimandud. |
| "Same reason as you." | "Saem ryzun az ue." |
| "But I'm going to sea. You can't do that." | "But Ie'm go.ing to sy. Ue kan't doo dhat." |
| "Nope," was the answer, "but I can hobo all right, all right." | "Noep," wuz dhy ansur, "but Ie kan hoeboe aul riet, aul riet." |
| Martin looked at him searchingly for a moment, then cried:- | Mortun lwkd at him surchingly faur u moemunt, dhen kried:- |
| "By God, I think you're right! Better a hobo than a beast of toil. Why, man, you'll live. And that's more than you ever did before." | "Bie God, Ie thingk ue'r riet! Betur u hoeboe dhan u byst uv toil. Whie, man, ue'l liv. And dhats maur dhan ue evur did bifaur.' |
| "I was in hospital, once," Joe corrected. "It was beautiful. Typhoid—did I tell you?" | "Ie wuz in hospitul, wuns," Joe kurektud. "It wuz buetiful. Tiefoid—did Ie tel ue?" |
| While Martin changed the telegram to "two laundrymen," Joe went on:- | Whiel Mortun chaenjd dhu telugram too "too laundrymun," Joe went on:- |
| "I never wanted to drink when I was in hospital. Funny, ain't it? But when I've ben workin' like a slave all week, I just got to bowl up. Ever noticed that cooks drink like hell?—an' bakers, too? It's the work. They've sure got to. Here, lemme pay half of that telegram." | "I never wanted to drink when I was in hospital. Funny, ain't it? But when I've ben workin' like a slave all week, I just got to bowl up. Ever noticed that cooks drink like hell?—an' bakers, too? It's the work. They've sure got to. Here, lemme pay half of that telegram." |
| "I'll shake you for it," Martin offered. | "Ie'l shaek ue faur it, Mortun ofurd. |
| "Come on, everybody drink," Joe called, as they rattled the dice and rolled them out on the damp bar. | "Kum on, evrybody dringk," Joe kauld, az dhae ratuld dhu dies and roeld dhem out on dhu damp bor. |
| 176a | 176a |
| Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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