“He got me a job,” Martin went on, “and asked me up to his place. Anyway, to make this a good yarn, along came the girl. I liked her. Roberts’ vanity was hurt. Perhaps he even liked me. But I thought I loved the girl.”
“You do.”
“All right, then. I do.”
“So?”
“So Roberts had me fired.”
“So?”
“I got drunk and the girl told me I was through.”
“You weak punk,” said Rio.
Martin hit him in the face. It was a glancing blow off Rio’s nose and there wasn’t any drive behind it. He tried to get in another one, but Rio shoved him back on the bed and held his shoulders down. Martin saw that the big sailor was grinning.