two a.m
Even Davy 's slight fear was more than half thrill . At the new Minneapolis port , Nelsen delivered David Lester , Junior into the care of his grandmother , who seemed much more human than Nelsen once had thought long ago . Then he excused himself quickly . Seeking the shelter of anonymity , he bought a rucksack for his few clothes , and boarded a bus which dropped him at Jarviston , Minnesota , at two a.m. . He thrust his hands into his pockets , partly like a lonesome tramp , partly like some carefree immortal , and partly like a mixed-up wraith who did n't quite know who or what he was , or where he belonged . In his wallet he had about five hundred dollars . How much more he might have commanded , he could n't even guess .