June waved a fork vaguely but grandly. “Anythin’ at all,” he answered. “I met up with a nigger blacks boots at that yere Congress House you-all was tellin’ about an’ he say he can get me a job there tomorrow if I wants it, yes, sir.”
“As bell boy?”
“Yes, sir, an’ it don’ cost me but four bits.”
“Who gets the four bits, June?”
“This yere nigger I’m tellin’ you about. That’s his commission.”
“Oh, he wants a half-dollar for getting you the job, you mean?” Wayne was silent a moment. Then: “June, that’s where Mr. Milburn lives,” he said thoughtfully.
“Yes, I ’member you tellin’ me that.”
“I wonder——” Wayne’s voice dwindled off again to silence. At last: “Would you like to take that job, June?” he asked.
“Not if you-all don’ want me to, Mas’ Wayne. I ain’ complainin’ none. ’Course, ain’ much to do ’cept hang aroun’——”
“You go there tomorrow and grab it,” said Wayne.