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He
held
on
to
the
bar
,
his
legs
wobbling
under
him
,
Martin
’
s
arm
around
him
and
supporting
him
,
while
he
thought
.
"
Make
that
two
laundrymen
,
"
he
said
abruptly
.
"
Here
,
lemme
fix
it
.
"
"
What
are
you
quitting
for
?
"
Martin
demanded
.
"
Same
reason
as
you
.
"
"
But
I
’
m
going
to
sea
.
You
can
’
t
do
that
.
"
"
Nope
,
"
was
the
answer
,
"
but
I
can
hobo
all
right
,
all
right
.
"
Martin
looked
at
him
searchingly
for
a
moment
,
then
cried
:
-
"
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
.
"
"
I
was
in
hospital
,
once
,
"
Joe
corrected
.
"
It
was
beautiful
.
Typhoid
—
did
I
tell
you
?
"
While
Martin
changed
the
telegram
to
"
two
laundrymen
,
"
Joe
went
on
:
-
