Chapter 13 Summary

Yogi and the two Indians walk down the street. Yogi has his arm around the little Indian, who is still grieving for his lost artificial arm. Yogi thinks of the big Indian, who was also in the war. The three of them walk with no particular destination in mind. At a streetlight, the big Indian stops and demands to know where they are going. Yogi does not know where they are going. He had intended just to walk, but they are getting nowhere. He admits to the big Indian that he does not know where they are going. Since “the white chief” Yogi does not speak, the big Indian asks if he has ever gone to Brown’s Beanery. Yogi says that he never has, but he feels defeated at the mention of the beanery. They agree to go to the beanery. Yogi follows the big Indian and thinks that the white man might not always be supreme. With all the unrest in the world, some other group might rise up and claim dominance.

As they walk, Yogi thinks of a quote from Huysmans, a French writer, and thinks it would be interesting to read French. When he was in Paris, he had seen a street named Huysmans right around the corner from where Gertrude Stein lived. He thinks of the glories of Paris and how far away it is now. He thinks about how he is walking with two Indians and the chance that brought them together. Suddenly they stop at the beanery and read the sign: “Best by Test.” The Indians ask Yogi if he has money. Yogi does and offers to pay for the three of them. The Indians thank him, praising his nobility and generosity, but Yogi brushes this off, saying that they will eventually do the same for him.

Yogi thinks he is taking a chance on treating the Indians and expecting some reciprocity. But, he reflects, people are taking chances all over the world. As Yogi voices his thoughts, the big Indian objects to the idea that Armenians will take chances. They go into the beanery.

In an Author’s Note, the author relates that F. Scott Fitzgerald came to his house as he was writing this chapter. Hemingway defends Fitzgerald’s reputation to the reader. In a postscript, Hemingway adds that, as he rereads the chapter he has just written, it is not a bad piece of work. If the reader likes it, the author urges him to share it with friends. He repeats his assertion that he would be glad to read anything that the reader has written and will even rewrite parts of it. He announces that he is going to write the next chapter, which should be good, as Fitzgerald and Dos Passos have both left.