“Yes.”
“Well, you get in it and go back to Jefferson. If you find them, it wont be in my show. I run a respectable show. You say they robbed you?”
“No,” Jason said, “It dont make any difference.” He went to the car and got in. What is it I must do? he thought. Then he remembered. He started the engine and drove slowly up the street until he found a drugstore. The door was locked. He stood for a while with his hand on the knob and his head bent a little. Then he turned away and when a man came along after a while he asked if there was a drugstore open anywhere, but there was not. Then he asked when the northbound train ran, and the man told him at two thirty. He crossed the pavement and got in the car again and sat there. After a while two negro lads passed. He called to them.
“Can either of you boys drive a car?”
“Yes, suh.”
“What’ll you charge to drive me to Jefferson right away?”
They looked at one another, murmuring.
“I’ll pay a dollar,” Jason said.
They murmured again. “Couldn’t go fer dat,” one said.
“What will you go for?”