"Sure," I says. "That's just the beginning of the treatment.
You come back at ten oclock tonight and I'll give you the rest of it and perform the operation."
"Operation?" she says.
“It wont hurt you.
You've had the same operation before.
Ever hear about the hair of the dog?"
She looks at me.
"Will it work?" she says.
"Sure it'll work.
If you come back and get it."
So she drunk whatever it was without batting a eye, and went out.
I went up front.
"Didn't you get it?" Jody says.
"Get what?" I says.
"Ah, come on," he says.
"I aint going to try to beat your time."
"Oh, her," I says.
"She just wanted a little medicine.
She's got a bad case of dysentery and she's a little ashamed about mentioning it with a stranger there."
It was my night, anyway, so I helped the old bastard check up and I got his hat on him and got him out of the store by eight-thirty.
I went as far as the corner with him and watched him until he passed under two street lamps and went on out of sight.
Then I come back to the store and waited until nine-thirty and turned out the front lights and locked the door and left just one light burning at the back, and I went back and put some talcum powder into six capsules and land of cleared up the cellar and then I was all ready.
She come in just at ten, before the clock had done striking.
I let her in and she come in, walking fast.
I looked out the door, but there wasn't nobody but a boy in overalls sitting on the curb.
"You want something?" I says.
He never said nothing, just looking at me.
I locked the door and turned off the light and went on back.
She was waiting.
She didn't look at me now.
"Where is it?" she said.
I gave her the box of capsules.
She held the box in her hand, looking at the capsules.
"Are you sure it'll work?" she says.
"Sure," I says.
"When you take the rest of the treatment."
"Where do I take it?" she says.
"Down in the cellar," I says.
Vardaman.
Now it is wider and lighter, but the stores are dark because they have all gone home.
The stores are dark, but the lights pass on the windows when we pass.
The lights are in the trees around the courthouse.
They roost in the trees, but the courthouse is dark.
The clock on it looks four ways, because it is not dark.
The moon is not dark too.
Not very dark.
Darl he went to Jackson is my brother Darl is my brother Only it was over that way, shining on the track.
"Let's go that way, Dewey Dell," I say.
"What for?" Dewey Dell says.
The track went shining around the window, it red on the track.