“Come on
“Better give him five minutes,” Al said from the kitchen.
In the five minutes a man came in, and George explained that the cook was sick
“Why don’t you get another cook
“Aren’t you running a lunch-counter
“Come on, Al,” Max said.
“What about
“The’re all right
“You think so
“Sure. We’re through with it
“I don’t like it
“Oh, what the hell,” said Max. “We got to keep amused, haven’t we?”
“You talk too much, all the same
“So long
“That’s the truth
The two of them went out the door. George watched them, through the window, pass under the arc-light
“Come on, Al,” said Max. “We better go. He’s not coming.”
“Better give him five minutes,” Al said from the kitchen.
In the five minutes a man came in, and George explained that the cook was sick.
“Why don’t you get another cook?” the man asked.
“Aren’t you running a lunch-counter?” He went out.
“Come on, Al,” Max said.
“What about the two bright boys and the nigger?”
“The’re all right.”
“You think so?”
“Sure. We’re through with it.”
“I don’t like it,” said Al. It’s sloppy. You talk too much.”
“Oh, what the hell,” said Max. “We got to keep amused, haven’t we?”
“You talk too much, all the same,” Al said. He came out from the kitchen. The cut-off barrels of the shotgun made a slight bulge under the waist of his too tight-fitting overcoat. He straightened his coat with his gloved hands.
“So long, bright boy,” he said to George. “You got a lot of luck.”
“That’s the truth,” Max said. You ought to play the races, bright boy.”
The two of them went out the door. George watched them, through the window, pass under the arc-light and cross the street. In their tight overcoats and derby hats they looked like a vaudeville team. George went back through the swinging-door into the kitchen and untied Nick and the cook.
vaudeville ['vudvl]
“I don’t want any more of that
Nick stood up
“Say
“They were going to kill Ole Andreson,” George said. “They were going to shoot him