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We
ran
Percy
down
the
Green
Mile
,
him
stumbling
and
gasping
for
us
to
slow
down
,
he
was
going
to
go
flat
on
his
face
if
we
did
n't
slow
down
.
Wharton
was
on
his
bunk
,
but
we
went
by
too
fast
for
me
to
see
if
he
was
awake
or
asleep
.
John
Coffey
was
standing
at
his
cell
door
and
watching
.
"
You
're
a
bad
man
and
you
deserve
to
go
in
that
dark
place
,
"
he
said
,
but
I
do
n't
think
Percy
heard
him
.
Into
the
restraint
room
we
went
,
Percy
's
cheeks
red
and
wet
with
tears
,
his
eyes
rolling
into
their
sockets
,
his
pampered
locks
all
flopping
down
on
his
forehead
.
Harry
pulled
Percy
's
gun
with
one
hand
and
his
treasured
hickory
,
head-knocker
with
the
other
.
"
You
'll
get
em
back
,
do
n't
worry
,
"
Harry
said
.
He
sounded
a
trifle
embarrassed
.
"
I
wish
I
could
say
the
same
about
your
job
,
"
Percy
replied
.
"
All
your
jobs
.
You
ca
n't
do
this
to
me
!
You
ca
n't
!
"
He
was
obviously
prepared
to
go
on
in
that
vein
for
quite
awhile
,
but
we
did
n't
have
time
to
listen
to
his
sermon
.
In
my
pocket
was
a
roll
of
friction-tape
,
the
thirties
ancestor
of
the
strapping-tape
folks
use
today
.
Percy
saw
it
and
started
to
back
away
.
Brutal
grabbed
him
from
behind
and
hugged
him
until
I
had
slapped
the
tape
over
his
mouth
,
winding
the
roll
around
to
the
back
of
his
head
,
just
to
be
sure
.
He
was
going
to
have
a
few
less
swatches
of
hair
when
the
tape
came
off
,
and
a
pair
of
seriously
chapped
lips
into
the
bargain
,
but
I
no
longer
much
cared
,
I
'd
had
a
gutful
of
Percy
Wetmore
.
We
backed
away
from
him
.
He
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
under
the
caged
light
,
wearing
the
straitjacket
,
breathing
through
flared
nostrils
,
and
making
muffled
mmmph
!
mmmph
!
sounds
from
behind
the
tape
.
All
in
all
,
he
looked
as
crazy
as
any
other
prisoner
we
'd
ever
jugged
in
that
room
.
"
The
quieter
you
are
,
the
sooner
you
get
out
,
"
I
said
.
"
Try
to
remember
that
,
Percy
.
"
"
And
if
you
get
lonely
,
think
about
Olive
Oyl
,
"
Harry
advised
.
"
Uck-uck-uck-uck
.
"
Then
we
went
out
.
I
closed
the
door
and
Brutal
locked
it
.
Dean
was
standing
a
little
way
up
the
Mile
,
just
outside
of
Coffey
's
cell
.
He
had
already
put
the
master
key
in
the
top
lock
.
The
four
of
us
looked
a
each
other
,
no
one
saying
anything
.
There
was
no
need
to
.
We
had
started
the
machinery
;
all
we
could
do
now
was
hope
that
it
ran
the
course
we
had
laid
out
instead
of
jumping
the
tracks
somewhere
along
the
line
.
"
You
still
want
to
go
for
that
ride
,
John
?
"
Brutal
asked
,
