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The
Chief
was
smiling
when
I
left
,
perhaps
thinking
about
his
lodge
in
Montana
and
his
wife
lying
bare-breasted
in
the
light
of
the
fire
.
He
would
be
walking
in
a
warmer
fire
soon
,
I
had
no
doubt
.
I
went
back
up
the
corridor
,
and
Dean
told
me
about
his
set-to
with
Percy
the
previous
night
.
I
think
he
'd
waited
around
just
so
he
could
,
and
I
listened
carefully
.
I
always
listened
carefully
when
the
subject
was
Percy
,
because
I
agreed
with
Dean
a
hundred
per
cent
--
I
thought
Percy
was
the
sort
of
man
who
could
cause
a
lot
of
trouble
,
as
much
for
the
rest
of
us
as
for
himself
.
As
Dean
was
finishing
,
old
Toot-Toot
came
by
with
his
red
snack-wagon
,
which
was
covered
with
handlettered
Bible
quotes
(
"
REPENT
for
the
LORD
shall
judge
his
people
,
"
Deut
.
32:36
,
"
And
surely
your
BLOOD
of
your
lives
will
I
require
,
"
Gen.
9:5
,
and
similar
cheery
,
uplifting
sentiments
)
,
and
sold
us
some
sandwiches
and
pops
.
Dean
was
hunting
for
change
in
his
pocket
and
saying
that
we
would
n't
see
Steamboat
Willy
anymore
,
that
goddam
Percy
Wetmore
had
scared
him
off
for
good
,
when
old
Toot-Toot
said
,
"
What
's
that
'
ere
,
then
?
"
We
looked
,
and
here
came
the
mouse
of
the
hour
his
ownself
,
hopping
up
the
middle
of
the
Green
Mile
.
He
'd
come
a
little
way
;
then
stop
,
look
around
with
his
bright
little
oildrop
eyes
,
then
come
on
again
.
"
Hey
,
mouse
!
"
The
Chief
said
,
and
the
mouse
stopped
and
looked
at
him
,
whiskers
twitching
.
I
tell
you
,
it
was
exactly
as
if
the
damned
thing
knew
it
had
been
called
.
"
You
some
kind
of
spirit
guide
?
"
Bitterbuck
tossed
the
mouse
a
little
morsel
of
cheese
from
his
supper
.
It
landed
right
in
front
of
the
mouse
,
but
Steamboat
Willy
hardly
even
glanced
at
it
,
just
came
on
his
way
again
,
up
the
Green
Mile
,
looking
in
empty
cells
.
"
Boss
Edgecombe
!
"
The
.
President
called
.
"
Do
you
think
that
little
bastard
knows
Wetmore
is
n't
here
?
I
do
,
by
God
!
"
I
felt
about
the
same
...
but
I
was
n't
going
to
say
so
out
loud
.
Harry
came
out
into
the
hall
,
hitching
up
his
pants
the
way
he
always
did
after
he
'd
spent
a
refreshing
few
minutes
in
the
can
,
and
stood
there
with
his
eyes
wide
.
Toot-Toot
was
also
staring
,
a
sunken
grin
doing
unpleasant
things
to
the
soft
and
toothless
lower
half
of
his
face
.
The
mouse
stopped
in
what
was
becoming
its
usual
spot
,
curled
its
tail
around
its
paws
,
and
looked
at
us
.
Again
I
was
reminded
of
pictures
I
had
seen
of
judges
passing
sentence
on
hapless
prisoners
...
yet
,
had
there
ever
been
a
prisoner
as
small
and
unafraid
as
this
one
?
Not
that
it
really
was
a
prisoner
,
of
course
;
it
could
come
and
go
pretty
much
as
it
pleased
.
