“What could they do? You want me to get them in trouble?”
“You mean the Communists?”
“My action group,” he said. “They can’t do nothing. They ain’t supposed to do nothing.”
I stared at him with even greater intensity. “They know and they won’t even go bail for you or get you a lawyer?” My outraged credulity was as lost on him as my vexation had been.
“I told you,” he said.
“You mean it’s supposed to be this way? You knew that if something like this happened, your action group wouldn’t do anything?”
“I ain’t going to drag nobody else in,” he said doggedly.
“They shouldn’t have to be dragged in,” I said, and I think I raised my voice in exasperation. “They ought to come in.”
“You wrong,” he said.
“But you’re the one who’s in jail.”