CHAPTER XXXVI 

"Come on,--I'll show you the real dirt," Brissenden said to him, one evening in January. 

They had dined together in San Francisco, and were at the Ferry Building, returning to Oakland, when the whim came to him to show Martin the "real dirt." He turned and fled across the water-front, a meagre shadow in a flapping overcoat, with Martin straining to keep up with him. At a wholesale liquor store he bought two gallon-demijohns of old port, and with one in each hand boarded a Mission Street car, Martin at his heels burdened with several quart-bottles of whiskey. 

If Ruth could see me now, was his thought, while he wondered as to what constituted the real dirt. 

"Maybe nobody will be there," Brissenden said, when they dismounted and plunged off to the right into the heart of the working-class ghetto, south of Market Street. "In which case you'll miss what you've been looking for so long." 

"And what the deuce is that?" Martin asked. 

"Men, intelligent men, and not the gibbering nonentities I found you consorting with in that trader's den. You read the books and you found yourself all alone. Well, I'm going to show you to-night some other men who've read the books, so that you won't be lonely any more." 

"Not that I bother my head about their everlasting discussions," he said at the end of a block. "I'm not interested in book philosophy. But you'll find these fellows intelligences and not bourgeois swine. But watch out, they'll talk an arm off of you on any subject under the sun." 
Where had the people eaten together?
What building were they at?
To where were they to return?
What had been bought at the liquor store?
What kind of liquor store was it?
Which car did he get on?
Who was at his heels?
And what did he have?
Where was the working class ghetto?
What month did all this occur?
Day or evening?
What was Brissenden going to show Martin?
Was this done on a whim?
What kind of coat was Brissenden wearing?
Did Martin have difficulty keeping up with him?
Where had Martin been consorting?
With what kind of entities had he been consorting?
San Francisco
They had dined together in San Francisco
the Ferry Building
were at the Ferry Building
Oakland
returning to Oakland
two gallon-demijohns of old port
he bought two gallon-demijohns of old port
a wholesale liquor store
a wholesale liquor store
a Mission Street car
 boarded a Mission Street car
Martin
Martin at his heels
several quart-bottles of whiskey
burdened with several quart-bottles of whiskey
south of Market Street
the working-class ghetto, south of Market Street
January
one evening in January
evening
one evening in January
the real dirt
I'll show you the real dirt," Brissenden said
yes
when the whim came to him
an overcoat
in a flapping overcoat
yes
with Martin straining to keep up with him
a trader's den
I found you consorting with in that trader's den
gibbering nonentities
the gibbering nonentities I found you consorting with