“It's all right,” said Hunch, “I come for him.”
“Oh,” faltered Mamie.
“Who's there?” called Bruce. “Who you whispering to?”
Mamie hesitated and looked at Hunch. He gently brushed her aside, saying, “Lemme come in.”
“Who is it?” said Bruce. He was lying on the bed, his clothing mussed, his face red. Hunch stood by the bed and looked down at him.
“What you doing here?” growled Bruce. “What right you got coming in a man's house?”
Hunch looked at his watch.
“Come on,” he said, “we've got to get back on this train.”
“Who's goin' back. I ain't goin' back. Go on out o' here, will you?”
Hunch took his arm and pulled him up. Bruce sat oh the edge of the bed.