it on one of the pieces of bread, then slid an egg on top of it.
"Just close that sandwich, will you, please, and give it to Mister Francis."
Ad took the sandwich and started eating.
"Watch out how that egg runs," the negro warned. "This is for you, Mister Adams. The remainder for myself."
Nick bit into the sandwich. The negro was sitting opposite him beside Ad. The hot fried ham and eggs tasted wonderful.
"Mister Adams is right hungry," the negro said. The little man whom Nick knew by name as a former champion fighter was silent. He had said nothing since the negro had spoken about the knife.
"May I offer you a slice of bread dipped right in the hot ham fat?" Bugs said.
"Thanks a lot."
The little white man looked at Nick.
"Will you have some, Mister Adolph Francis?" Bugs offered from the skillet.
Ad did not answer. He was looking at Nick.
"Mister Francis?" came the nigger's soft voice.
Ad did not answer. He was looking at Nick.
"I spoke to you, Mister Francis," the nigger said softly.
