Мартин Иден

Chapter 16

           "Iblewitin,"wasJoe’ssadanswer,withanotherreachathisachinghead. "AllIgotisareturnticket." 

           "AndI’mbrokewhenIpaymyboard." 

           "Jumpit,"Joeadvised. 

           "Can’t. Oweittomysister." 

           Joewhistledalong,perplexedwhistle,andrackedhisbrainstolittlepurpose. 

           "I’vegotthepriceofthedrinks,"hesaiddesperately. "Comeon,an’mebbewe’llcookupsomething." 

           Martindeclined. 

           "Water-wagon?" 

           ThistimeMartinnodded,andJoelamented,"WishIwas." 

           "ButIsomehowjustcan’t,"hesaidinextenuation. "AfterI’vebenworkin’likehellallweekIjustgottoboozeup. IfIdidn’t,I’dcutmythroatorburnupthepremises. ButI’mgladyou’reonthewagon. Staywithit." 

           Martinknewoftheenormousgulfbetweenhimandthismanthegulfthebookshadmade; buthefoundnodifficultyincrossingbackoverthatgulf. Hehadlivedallhislifeintheworking-classworld,andthecamaraderieoflaborwassecondnaturewithhim. Hesolvedthedifficultyoftransportationthatwastoomuchfortheother’sachinghead. HewouldsendhistrunkuptoShellyHotSpringsonJoe’sticket. Asforhimself,therewashiswheel. Itwasseventymiles,andhecouldrideitonSundayandbereadyforworkMondaymorning. Inthemeantimehewouldgohomeandpackup. Therewasnoonetosaygood-byto. RuthandherwholefamilywerespendingthelongsummerintheSierras,atLakeTahoe. 

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