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"
Do
n't
let
him
hit
me
no
mo
,
m
's
ieu
,
"
Delacroix
babbled
.
"
S'il
vous
pla
t
,
s
'
il
vous
pla
t
!
"
"
Let
me
at
im
,
let
me
at
im
!
"
Percy
cried
,
lunging
forward
.
He
began
to
hit
at
Delacroix
's
shoulders
with
his
baton
.
Delacroix
held
his
arms
up
,
screaming
,
and
the
stick
went
whap-whap-whap
against
the
sleeves
of
his
blue
prison
shirt
.
I
saw
him
that
night
with
the
shirt
off
,
and
that
boy
had
bruises
from
Christmas
to
Easter
.
Seeing
them
made
me
feel
bad
.
He
was
a
murderer
,
and
nobody
's
darling
,
but
that
's
not
the
way
we
did
things
on
E
Block
.
Not
until
Percy
came
,
anyhow
.
"
Whoa
!
Whoa
!
"
I
roared
.
"
Quit
that
!
What
's
it
all
about
,
anyway
?
"
I
was
trying
to
get
my
body
in
between
Delacroix
's
and
Percy
's
,
but
it
was
n't
working
very
well
.
Percy
's
club
continued
to
flail
away
,
now
on
one
side
of
me
and
now
on
the
other
.
Sooner
or
later
he
was
going
to
bring
one
down
on
me
instead
of
on
his
intended
target
,
and
then
there
was
going
to
be
a
brawl
right
here
in
this
corridor
,
no
matter
who
his
relations
were
.
I
would
n't
be
able
to
help
myself
,
and
Brutal
was
apt
to
join
in
.
In
some
ways
,
you
know
,
I
wish
we
'd
done
it
.
It
might
have
changed
some
of
the
things
that
happened
later
on
.
"
Fucking
faggot
!
I
'll
teach
you
to
keep
your
hands
off
me
,
you
lousy
bum-puncher
!
"
Whap
!
Whap
!
Whap
!
And
now
Delacroix
was
bleeding
from
one
ear
and
screaming
.
I
gave
up
trying
to
shield
him
,
grabbed
him
by
one
shoulder
,
and
hurled
him
into
his
cell
,
where
he
went
sprawling
on
the
bunk
.
Percy
darted
around
me
and
gave
him
a
final
hard
whap
on
the
butt
--
one
to
go
on
,
you
could
say
.
Then
Brutal
grabbed
him
--
Percy
--
I
mean
--
by
the
shoulders
and
hauled
him
across
the
corridor
.
I
grabbed
the
cell
door
and
ran
it
shut
on
its
tracks
.
Then
I
turned
to
Percy
,
my
shock
and
bewilderment
at
war
with
pure
fury
.
Percy
had
been
around
about
several
months
at
that
point
,
long
enough
for
all
of
us
to
decide
we
did
n't
like
him
very
much
,
but
that
was
the
first
time
I
fully
understood
how
out
of
control
he
was
.
He
stood
watching
me
,
not
entirely
without
fear
--
he
was
a
coward
at
heart
,
I
never
had
any
doubt
of
that
--
but
still
confident
that
his
connections
would
protect
him
.
In
that
he
was
correct
.
I
suspect
there
are
people
who
would
n't
understand
why
that
was
,
even
after
all
I
've
said
,
but
they
would
be
people
who
only
know
the
phrase
Great
Depression
from
the
history
books
.
If
you
were
there
,
it
was
a
lot
more
than
a
phrase
in
a
book
,
and
if
you
had
a
steady
job
,
brother
,
you
'd
do
almost
anything
to
keep
it
.
The
color
was
fading
out
of
Percy
's
face
a
little
by
then
,
but
his
cheeks
were
still
flushed
,
and
his
hair
,
which
was
usually
swept
back
and
gleaming
with
brilliantine
,
had
tumbled
over
his
forehead
.
