"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.