CHAPTER XXIV
Martin pushed his chair away from the linotype, waiting for copy. He leaned back and spoke to Rio who was sitting on the windowsill behind him.
“Smell that sulphur?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s from the plant across the way. Gets sweet about this time every night. You’ve probably noticed it before.”
“It don’t make no difference,” said Rio. “This is one hell of a place any way you look at it. Noise and dirt.” He spat out the window.
Martin yawned and stretched in his chair, but made no answer.
“It ain’t no place for me,” continued Rio grimly. “Some of the boys look restless. Is it the strike you’re worryin’ about?”