“Them three—see—there?”
“Yeah.”
“They say a fella name’ Jackson, Unit Four, ast ’em.”
Willie craned his neck and saw Huston and called him over. “Them three fellas,” he said. “We better get Jackson, Unit Four, an’ see if he ast ’em.”
Huston turned on his heel and walked away; and in a few moments he was back with a lean and bony Kansan. “This here’s Jackson,” Huston said. “Look, Jackson see them three young fellas—?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, did you ast ’em?”
“No.”
“Ever see ’em before?”
Jackson peered at them. “Sure. Worked at Gregorio’s with ’em.”