He went on down through the reeking, steaming streets to one of the big fruit markets not far from the water front.

The Portuguese fruit vender who roomed next to him at the Reno House was employed at a stall here.
Vandover knew him a little, and it was not hard for him to get a thin slice of cocoanut out from the inside rind of one of those that were lying cracked open among his other wares.
All the morning Vandover chewed this slice of cocoanut, at the same time drinking a great deal of water; for hours he deadened the pang of hunger by this means.

He passed the time for the most part sitting on the benches in the Plaza reading an old newspaper that he had found under a seat.

The sun came out a little; Vandover found the warmth very grateful.

He told himself that he could easily hold out until the next morning.
He had forgotten about the time and was surprised when the whistles all over the town began to blow for noon.