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The
mouse
stopped
where
it
had
before
,
no
more
than
three
feet
from
the
duty
desk
,
looking
up
at
Dean
like
a
prisoner
before
the
bar
.
It
glanced
up
at
Bill
for
a
moment
,
then
switched
its
attention
back
to
Dean
.
Percy
it
hardly
seemed
to
notice
at
all
.
"
He
's
a
brave
little
barstid
,
I
got
to
give
him
that
,
"
Bill
said
.
He
raised
his
voice
a
little
.
"
Hey
!
Hey
!
Steamboat
Willy
!
"
The
mouse
flinched
a
little
and
fluttered
its
ears
,
but
it
did
n't
run
,
or
even
show
any
signs
of
wanting
to
.
"
Now
watch
this
,
"
Dean
said
,
remembering
how
Brutal
had
fed
it
some
of
his
corned-beef
sandwich
.
"
I
do
n't
know
if
he
'll
do
it
again
,
but
--
"
He
broke
off
a
piece
of
Ritz
cracker
and
dropped
it
in
front
of
the
mouse
.
It
just
looked
with
its
sharp
black
eyes
at
the
orangey
fragment
for
a
second
or
two
,
its
filament-fine
whiskers
twitching
as
it
sniffed
.
Then
it
reached
out
,
took
the
cracker
in
its
paws
,
sat
up
,
and
began
to
eat
.
"
Well
.
I
'll
be
shucked
and
boiled
!
"
Bill
exclaimed
.
"
Eats
as
neat
as
a
parson
on
parish
house
Saturday
night
!
"
"
Looks
more
like
a
nigger
eating
watermelon
to
me
,
"
Percy
remarked
,
but
neither
guard
paid
him
any
mind
.
Neither
did
The
Chief
or
The
Pres
,
for
that
matter
.
The
mouse
finished
the
cracker
but
continued
to
sit
,
seemingly
balanced
on
the
talented
coil
of
its
tail
,
looking
up
at
the
giants
in
blue
.
"
Lem
me
try
,
"
Bill
said
.
He
broke
off
another
piece
of
cracker
,
leaned
over
the
front
of
the
desk
,
and
dropped
it
carefully
.
The
mouse
sniffed
but
did
not
touch
.
"
Huh
,
"
Bill
said
.
"
Must
be
full
.
"
