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"
Oh
,
yeah
,
just
like
that
.
Just
ask
'
em
to
unlock
the
door
and
let
me
out
.
"
"
No
.
He
showed
you
how
one
time
,
if
you
think
back
.
That
very
first
week
.
You
remember
?
"
I
did
n't
answer
him
,
and
he
did
n't
say
anything
else
,
and
it
was
quiet
in
the
dorm
again
.
I
lay
there
a
few
minutes
longer
and
then
got
up
and
started
putting
on
my
clothes
.
When
I
finished
dressing
I
reached
into
McMurphy
's
nightstand
and
got
his
cap
and
tried
it
on
.
It
was
too
small
,
and
I
was
suddenly
ashamed
of
trying
to
wear
it
.
I
dropped
it
on
Scanlon
's
bed
as
I
walked
out
of
the
dorm
.
He
said
,
"
Take
it
easy
,
buddy
,
"
as
I
walked
out
.
The
moon
straining
through
the
screen
of
the
tub-room
windows
showed
the
hunched
,
heavy
shape
of
the
control
panel
,
glinted
off
the
chrome
fixtures
and
glass
gauges
so
cold
I
could
almost
hear
the
click
of
it
striking
.
I
took
a
deep
breath
and
bent
over
and
took
the
levers
.
I
heaved
my
legs
under
me
and
felt
the
grind
of
weight
at
my
feet
.
I
heaved
again
and
heard
the
wires
and
connections
tearing
out
of
the
floor
.
I
lurched
it
up
to
my
knees
and
was
able
,
to
get
an
arm
around
it
and
my
other
hand
under
it
.
The
chrome
was
cold
against
my
neck
and
the
side
of
my
head
.
I
put
my
back
toward
the
screen
,
then
spun
and
let
the
momentum
carry
the
panel
through
the
Screen
and
window
with
a
ripping
crash
.
The
glass
splashed
out
in
the
moon
,
like
a
bright
cold
water
baptizing
the
sleeping
earth
.
Panting
,
I
thought
for
a
second
about
going
back
and
getting
Scanlon
and
some
of
the
others
,
but
then
I
heard
the
running
squeak
of
the
black
boys
'
shoes
in
the
hall
and
I
put
my
hand
on
the
sill
and
vaulted
after
the
panel
,
into
the
moonlight
.
I
ran
across
the
grounds
in
the
direction
I
remembered
seeing
the
dog
go
,
toward
the
highway
.
I
remember
I
was
taking
huge
strides
as
I
ran
,
seeming
to
step
and
float
a
long
ways
before
my
next
foot
struck
the
earth
.
I
felt
like
I
was
flying
.
Free
.
Nobody
bothers
coming
after
an
AWOL
,
I
knew
,
and
Scanlon
could
handle
any
questions
about
the
dead
man
--
no
need
to
be
running
like
this
.
But
I
did
n't
stop
.
I
ran
for
miles
before
I
stopped
and
walked
up
the
embankment
onto
the
highway
.
I
caught
a
ride
with
a
guy
,
a
Mexican
guy
,
going
north
in
a
truck
full
of
sheep
,
and
gave
him
such
a
good
story
about
me
being
a
professional
Indian
wrestler
the
syndicate
had
tried
to
lock
up
in
a
nuthouse
that
he
stopped
real
quick
and
gave
me
a
leather
jacket
to
cover
my
greens
and
loaned
me
ten
bucks
to
eat
on
while
I
hitchhiked
to
Canada
.
I
had
him
write
his
address
down
before
he
drove
off
and
I
told
him
I
'd
send
him
the
money
as
soon
as
I
got
a
little
ahead
.
I
might
go
to
Canada
eventually
,
but
I
think
I
'll
stop
along
the
Columbia
on
the
way
.
I
'd
like
to
check
around
Portland
and
Hood
River
and
The
Dalles
to
see
if
there
's
any
of
the
guys
I
used
to
know
back
in
the
village
who
have
n't
drunk
themselves
goofy
.
I
'd
like
to
see
what
they
've
been
doing
since
the
government
tried
to
buy
their
right
to
be
Indians
.
I
've
even
heard
that
some
of
the
tribe
have
took
to
building
their
old
ramshackle
wood
scaffolding
all
over
that
big
million-dollar
hydroelectric
dam
,
and
are
spearing
salmon
in
the
spillway
.
I
'd
give
something
to
see
that
Mostly
,
I
'd
just
like
to
look
over
the
country
around
the
gorge
again
,
just
to
bring
some
of
it
clear
in
my
mind
again
.
I
been
away
a
long
time
.