I sought out the few friends I knew who might be able to get me work; but they were either uninterested or unable to find anything for me.
The situation was desperate.

I pawned my watch, my bicycle, and a mackintosh of which my father had been very proud and which he had left to me.

It was and is my sole legacy in this world.

It had cost fifteen dollars, and the pawnbroker let me have two dollars on it.

And--oh, yes--a water-front comrade of earlier years drifted along one day with a dress suit wrapped in newspapers.