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Percy
's
lips
were
trembling
,
and
his
eyes
were
too
bright
.
He
was
,
I
realized
,
on
the
verge
of
tears
.
"
I
wo
n't
,
"
he
said
in
a
childish
,
trembling
voice
,
"
and
you
ca
n't
make
me
.
"
Then
he
raised
his
voice
and
began
to
scream
for
help
.
Harry
winced
and
so
did
I
.
If
we
ever
came
close
to
just
dropping
the
whole
thing
,
it
was
then
.
We
might
have
,
except
for
Brutal
.
He
never
hesitated
.
He
stepped
behind
Percy
so
he
was
shoulder
to
shoulder
with
Harry
,
who
still
had
Percy
's
hands
pinned
behind
him
.
Brutal
reached
up
and
took
Percy
's
ears
in
his
hands
.
"
Stop
that
yelling
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
Unless
you
want
to
have
a
pair
of
the
world
's
most
unique
teabag
caddies
.
"
Percy
quit
yelling
for
help
and
just
stood
there
,
trembling
and
looking
down
at
the
cover
of
the
crude
cartoon
book
,
which
showed
Popeye
and
Olive
doing
it
in
a
creative
way
I
had
heard
of
but
never
tried
.
"
Oooh
,
Popeye
!
"
read
the
balloon
over
Olive
's
head
.
"
Uck-uck-uck-uck
!
"
read
the
one
over
Popeye
's
.
He
was
still
smoking
his
pipe
.
"
Hold
out
your
arms
,
"
Brutal
said
,
"
and
let
's
have
no
more
foolishness
about
it
.
Do
it
now
.
"
"
I
wo
n't
,
"
Percy
said
.
"
I
wo
n't
,
and
you
ca
n't
make
me
.
"
"
You
're
dead
wrong
about
that
,
you
know
,
"
Brutal
said
,
then
clamped
down
on
Percy
's
ears
and
twisted
them
the
way
you
might
twist
the
dials
on
an
oven
.
An
oven
that
was
n't
cooking
the
way
you
wanted
,
Percy
let
out
a
miserable
shriek
of
pain
and
surprise
that
I
would
have
given
a
great
deal
not
to
have
heard
.
It
was
n't
just
pain
and
surprise
,
you
see
;
it
was
understanding
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
Percy
was
realizing
that
awful
things
did
n't
just
happen
to
other
people
,
those
not
fortunate
enough
to
be
related
to
the
governor
.
I
wanted
to
tell
Brutal
to
stop
,
but
of
course
I
could
n't
.
Things
had
gone
much
too
far
for
that
.
All
I
could
do
was
to
remind
myself
that
Percy
had
put
Delacroix
through
God
knew
what
agonies
simply
because
Delacroix
had
laughed
at
him
.
The
reminder
did
n't
go
very
far
toward
soothing
the
way
I
felt
.
Perhaps
it
might
have
,
if
I
'd
been
built
more
along
the
lines
of
Percy
.
"
Stick
those
arms
out
there
,
honey
,
"
Brutal
said
,
"
or
you
get
another
.
"
Harry
had
already
let
go
of
young
Mr.
Wetmore
.
Sobbing
like
a
little
kid
,
the
tears
which
had
been
standing
in
his
eyes
now
spilling
down
his
cheeks
,
Percy
shot
his
hands
out
straight
in
front
of
him
,
like
a
sleepwalker
in
a
movie
comedy
.
I
had
the
sleeves
of
the
straitjacket
up
his
arms
in
a
trice
.
I
hardly
had
it
over
his
shoulders
before
Brutal
had
let
go
of
Percy
's
ears
and
grabbed
the
straps
hanging
down
from
the
jacket
's
cuffs
.
He
yanked
Percy
's
hands
around
to
his
sides
,
so
that
his
arms
were
crossed
tightly
on
his
chest
.
Harry
,
meanwhile
,
did
up
the
back
and
snapped
the
cross-straps
.
Once
Percy
gave
m
and
stuck
out
his
arms
,
the
whole
thing
took
less
than
ten
seconds
.
