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"
What
's
keepin
you
guys
?
"
Brutal
hollered
in
from
the
storage
room
.
That
had
also
been
emptied
for
our
use
.
We
were
in
the
killing
zone
again
,
all
right
;
it
was
a
thing
you
could
almost
smell
.
"
Hold
your
friggin
water
!
"
Harry
yelled
back
.
"
Do
n't
be
so
goddam
impatient
!
"
"
Prayin
,
"
Toot
said
,
grinning
his
unpleasant
sunken
grin
.
"
Prayin
for
patience
,
just
a
little
goddam
patience
.
"
"
Actually
,
Bitterbuck
's
a
Christian
--
he
says
,
"
I
told
them
,
"
and
he
's
perfectly
happy
with
the
Baptist
guy
who
came
for
Tillman
Clark
.
Schuster
,
his
name
is
.
I
like
him
,
too
.
He
's
fast
,
and
he
does
n't
get
them
all
worked
up
.
On
your
feet
,
Toot
.
You
prayed
enough
for
one
day
.
"
"
Walkin
,
"
Toot
said
.
"
Walkin
again
,
walkin
again
,
yes
sir
,
walkin
on
the
Green
Mile
.
"
Short
as
he
was
,
he
still
had
to
duck
a
little
to
get
through
the
door
on
the
far
side
of
the
office
.
The
rest
of
us
had
to
duck
even
more
.
This
was
a
vulnerable
time
with
a
real
prisoner
,
and
when
I
looked
across
to
the
platform
where
Old
Sparky
stood
and
saw
Brutal
with
his
gun
drawn
,
I
nodded
with
satisfaction
.
Just
right
.
Toot-Toot
went
down
the
steps
and
stopped
.
The
folding
wooden
chairs
,
about
forty
of
them
,
were
already
in
place
.
Bitterbuck
would
cross
to
the
platform
on
an
angle
that
would
keep
him
safely
away
from
the
seated
spectators
,
and
half
a
dozen
guards
would
be
added
for
insurance
.
Bill
Dodge
would
be
in
charge
of
those
.
We
had
never
had
a
witness
menaced
by
a
condemned
prisoner
in
spite
of
what
was
,
admittedly
,
a
raw
set-up
,
and
that
was
how
I
meant
to
keep
it
.
"
Ready
,
boys
?
"
Toot
asked
when
we
were
back
in
our
original
formation
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
leading
down
from
my
office
.
I
nodded
,
and
we
walked
to
the
platform
.
What
we
looked
like
more
than
anything
,
I
often
thought
,
was
a
color-guard
that
had
forgotten
its
flag
.
"
What
am
I
supposed
to
do
?
"
Percy
called
from
behind
the
wire
mesh
between
the
storage
room
and
the
switch
room
.
