"Nowhere."
"Can't you find work?"
"No," said Martin.
The fact was that he had not tried, preferring to live on the earnings of his stepson.
"That's strange," said the new-comer. "Carpenters are in demand. There's a good deal of building going on in Brooklyn just now. I'll give you employment myself, if you'll come over to-morrow morning. I'm putting up three houses on Fourth Avenue, and want to hurry them through as soon as possible, as they are already let, and the parties want to move in. Come, what do you say?"
"I didn't think of going to work just yet," said Martin, reluctantly. "The fact is, I don't feel quite strong."
"Perhaps there's a reason for that," said the other, significantly.
"I don't feel well, and that's all about it."
"Perhaps you drink a little too often."
"I don't drink enough to hurt me. It's all that keeps me up."