“It’s all right, buddy,” said Rio. “How about some food?”
Martin looked at his friend’s nose. There was a trickle of blood coming from it.
“All right,” he said, still watching the blood which was dripping over Rio’s lip.
“Here’s a couple of nickels,” said Rio, laying a bill on the bed. “Get some sleep and some food.”
Martin sat up again.
“Where are you going?”
“Down to the docks.”
“What ship?”
“The Steeldeer.”
“Where’s she going?”