Right in front of all three of them, Mr. Packard turned to Train and shook his head in that easygoing way he had and said, "As soon as they're in the parking lot, he'll get it back."
"Yessir," Train said quietly.
"You saw that too?"
The other three men were looking, but suddenly Train didn't care. He had a feeling, in fact, that he was under Mr. Packard's protection. Like the man might adopt him. Which, of course, didn't made no more sense than anything else did today.
The other three men looked at each other and decided to ignore that, like they suddenly gone deaf. Which half of the members at Brookline was anyway. And then he gave Train 50 dollars for the tote.
Train took his money and walked out to the dirt road without going back down to the caddy shed. He didn't want to see Sweet again. About a hundred yards from the street, Mr. Packard came by in the dark Caddy. He pulled over and stopped, and Train heard the whine of the window motor and watched his face appear. He still couldn't tell if the car was blue or black.
"Mr. Walk," he said.
Train nodded politely. "Yessir...."
"You need a lift?"