He drank the coffee and wiped his lips with the pink palm of his hand.
"He just went crazy. Will you have some more coffee, Mister Adams?"
"Thanks."
"I seen her a couple of times," the Negro went on. "She was an awful good-looking woman. Looked enough like him to be twins. He wouldn"t be bad-looking without his face all busted."
He stopped. The story seemed to be over.
"Where did you meet him?" asked Nick.
"I met him in jail," the Negro said. "He was busting people all the time after she went away and they put him in jail. I was in for cuttin" a man."
He smiled, and went on soft-voiced: "Right away I liked him and when I got out I looked him up. He likes to think I"m crazy and I don"t mind. I like to be with him and I like seeing the country and I don"t have to commit no larceny to do it. I like living like a gentleman."
"What do you all do?" Nick asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just move around. He"s got money."
"He must have made a lot of money."
"Sure. He spent all his money, though. Or they took it away from him. She sends him money."
He poked up the fire.
"She"s a mighty fine woman," he said. "She looks enough like him to be his own twin."
The Negro looked over at the little man, lying breathing heavily. His blond hair was down over his forehead. His mutilated face looked childish in repose.
"I can wake him up any time now, Mister Adams. If you don"t mind I wish you"d sort of pull out. I don"t like to not be hospitable, but it might disturb him back again to see you. I hate to have to thump him and it"s the only thing to do when he gets started. I have to sort of keep him away from people. You don"t mind, do you, Mister Adams? No, don"t thank me, Mister Adams. I"d have warned you about him but he seemed to have taken such a liking to you and I thought things were going to be all right. You"ll hit a town about two miles up the track. Mancelona they call it. Good-by. I wish we could ask you to stay the night but it"s just out of the question. Would you like to take some of that ham and some bread with you? No? You better take a sandwich," all this in a low, smooth, polite n.i.g.g.e.r voice.
"Good. Well, good-by, Mister Adams. Good-by and good luck!"
Nick walked away from the Ere across the clearing to the railway tracks. Out of the range of the fire he listened. The low soft voice of the Negro was talking. Nick could not hear the words. Then he heard the little man say, "I got an awful headache, Bugs."
"You"ll feel better, Mister Francis," the Negro"s voice soothed. "Just you drink a cup of this hot coffee."
Nick climbed the embankment and started up the track. He found he had a ham sandwich in his hand and put it in his pocket. Looking back from the mounting grade before the track curved into the hills he could see the firelight in the clearing.
The Killers.
The door of Henry"s lunchroom opened and two men came in. They sat down at the counter.
"What"s yours?" George asked them.
"I don"t know," one of the men said. "What do you want to eat, Al?"
"I don"t know," said Al. "I don"t know what I want to eat."
Outside it was getting dark. The streetlight came on outside the window. The two men at the counter read the menu. From the other end of the counter Nick Adams watched them. He had been talking to George when they came in.
"I"ll have a roast pork tenderloin with applesauce and mashed potatoes," the first man said.
"It isn"t ready yet."
"What the h.e.l.l do you put it on the card for?"
"That"s the dinner," George explained. "You can get that at six o"clock."
George looked at the clock on the wall behind the counter.
"It"s five o"clock."
"The clock says twenty minutes past five," the second man said.
"It"s twenty minutes fast."
"Oh, to h.e.l.l with the clock," the first man said. "What have you got to eat?"
"I can give you any kind of sandwiches," George said. "You can have ham and eggs, bacon and eggs, liver and bacon, or a steak."
"Give me chicken croquettes with green peas and cream sauce and mashed potatoes."
"That"s the dinner."
"Everything we want"s the dinner, eh? That"s the way you work it."
"I can give you ham and eggs, bacon and eggs, liver-"
"I"ll take ham and eggs," the man called Al said. He wore a derby hat and a black overcoat b.u.t.toned across the chest. His face was small and white and he had tight lips. He wore a silk m.u.f.fler and gloves.
"Give me bacon and eggs," said the other man. He was about the same size as Al. Their faces were different, but they were dressed like twins. Both wore overcoats too tight for them. They sat leaning forward, their elbows on the counter.
"Got anything to drink?" Al asked.
"Silver beer, bevo, ginger ale," George said.
"I mean you got anything to drink drink?"
"Just those I said."
"This is a hot town," said the other. "What do they call it?"
"Summit."
"Ever hear of it?" Al asked his friend.
"No," said the friend.
"What do you do here nights?" Al asked.
"They eat the dinner," his friend said. "They all come here and eat the big dinner."
"That"s right," George said.
"So you think that"s right?" Al asked George.
"Sure."
"You"re a pretty bright boy, aren"t you?"
"Sure," said George.
"Well, you"re not," said the other little man. "Is he, Al?"
"He"s dumb," said Al. He turned to Nick. "What"s your name?"
"Adams."
"Another bright boy," Al said. "Ain"t he a bright boy, Max?"
"The town"s full of bright boys," Max said.
George put the two platters, one of ham and eggs, the other of bacon and eggs, on the counter. He set down two side dishes of fried potatoes and closed the wicket into the kitchen.
"Which is yours?" he asked Al.
"Don"t you remember?"
"Ham and eggs."
"Just a bright boy," Max said. He leaned forward and took the ham and eggs. Both men ate with their gloves on. George watched them eat.
"What are you looking at?" Max looked at George.
"Nothing."
"The h.e.l.l you were. You were looking at me."
"Maybe the boy meant it for a joke, Max," Al said.
George laughed.
"You don"t have to laugh," Max said to him. " don"t have to laugh," Max said to him. "You don"t have to laugh at all, see?" don"t have to laugh at all, see?"
"All right," said George.
"So he thinks it"s all right." Max turned to Al. "He thinks it"s all right. That"s a good one."
"Oh, he"s a thinker," Al said. They went on eating.
"What"s the bright boy"s name down the counter?" Al asked Max.
"Hey, bright boy," Max said to Nick. "You go around on the other side of the counter with your boy friend."
"What"s the idea?" Nick asked.
"There isn"t any idea."
"You better go around, bright boy," Al said. Nick went around behind the counter.
"What"s the idea?" George asked.
"None of your d.a.m.n business," Al said. "Who"s out in the kitchen?"
"The n.i.g.g.e.r."
"What do you mean, the n.i.g.g.e.r?"
"The n.i.g.g.e.r that cooks."
"Tell him to come in."
"What"s the idea?"
"Tell him to come in."
"Where do you think you are?"
"We know d.a.m.n well where we are," the man called Max said. "Do we look silly?"
"You talk silly," Al said to him. "What the h.e.l.l do you argue with this kid for? Listen," he said to George, "tell the n.i.g.g.e.r to come out here."
"What are you going to do to him?"
"Nothing. Use your head, bright boy. What would we do to a n.i.g.g.e.r?"
George opened the slit that opened back into the kitchen. "Sam," he called. "Come in here a minute."
The door to the kitchen opened and the n.i.g.g.e.r came in. "What was it?" he asked. The two men at the counter took a look at him.
"All right, n.i.g.g.e.r. You stand right there," Al said.
Sam, the n.i.g.g.e.r, standing in his ap.r.o.n, looked at the two men sitting at the counter. "Yes, sir," he said. Al got down from his stool.
"I"m going back to the kitchen with the n.i.g.g.e.r and bright boy," he said. "Go on back to the kitchen, n.i.g.g.e.r. You go with him, bright boy." The little man walked after Nick and Sam, the cook, back into the kitchen. The door shut after them. The man called Max sat at the counter opposite George. He didn"t look at George but looked in the mirror that ran along back of the counter. Henry"s had been made over from a saloon into a lunch counter.