sound. People stood silently in dooreps.

    t Jake ared back at the hairy back of his hand.

    At t block. It omobiles. Rusted pieces of macorn inner tubes still littered trailer , and near-by ly covered h canvas.

    Jake approactle younguns in overalls stood before ted on a box, a Negro man droe suns eaced ce.

    Jake cick hem slowly.

    ?fit?’

    t  fingers between ongue.  all I know, Capn.’

    heres he now?’

    largest wagon.’

    Jake slipped off ie as affed it into . to set in t. Above tops tood smoking a cigarette by op of ared at Jake h gray, flabby eyes.

    quot;You the manager?’

    *Utersons my name.’

    I come about this mornings paper.’

    *Yea  no greenhorn. I need a experienced mechanic.’

    I got plenty of experience, Jake said.

    you ever done?’

    tve omobile assembly ss of different things.’

    Patterson guided oly covered flying-jinny.

    tionless ic in te afternoon sun. tatically, pierced by t bars. t Jake ery s dingy rump and tic, s peeled from ts. tionless merry-go-round seemed to Jake like something in a liquor dream.

    I  a experienced meco run tterson said.

    ?I can do t all right.’

    If s a terson explained. Youre in ctraction. Besides looking after t to keep t to be sure t everybody gets on icket. You got to be sure t tickets are O.K. and not some old dance-icket. Everybody s to ride t niggers ry to put over on you o keep time.’

    Patterson led o ted out t