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Dean
Stanton
,
who
was
back
on
the
block
by
then
,
added
a
penny
to
the
pot
,
and
I
kicked
one
in
,
as
well
.
When
Toot
still
proved
reluctant
,
Brutal
went
to
work
on
him
,
first
telling
him
he
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
himself
for
behaving
like
such
a
cheapskate
,
then
promising
him
that
he
,
Brutus
Howell
,
would
personally
put
that
Corona
box
back
in
Toot
's
hands
the
day
after
Delacroix
's
execution
.
"
Six
cents
might
or
might
not
be
enough
if
you
was
speaking
about
selling
that
cigar
box
,
we
could
have
a
good
old
barber-shop
argument
about
that
,
"
Brutal
said
,
"
but
you
have
to
admit
it
's
a
great
price
for
renting
one
.
He
's
gon
na
walk
the
Mile
in
a
month
,
six
weeks
at
the
very
outside
.
Why
,
that
box
'll
be
back
on
the
shelf
under
your
cart
almost
before
you
know
it
's
gone
.
"
"
He
could
get
a
soft-hearted
judge
to
give
im
a
stay
and
still
be
here
to
sing
"
Should
old
acquaintances
be
forgot
,
"
Toot
said
,
but
he
knew
better
and
Brutal
knew
he
did
.
Old
Toot-Toot
had
been
pushing
that
damned
Bible-quoting
cart
of
his
around
Cold
Mountain
since
Pony
Express
days
,
practically
,
and
he
had
plenty
of
sources
,
better
than
ours
,
I
thought
then
.
He
knew
Delacroix
was
fresh
out
of
soft-hearted
judges
.
All
he
had
left
to
hope
for
was
the
governor
,
who
as
a
rule
did
n't
issue
clemency
to
folks
who
had
baked
half
a
dozen
of
his
constituents
.
"
Even
if
he
do
n't
get
a
stay
,
that
mouse
'd
be
shitting
in
that
box
until
October
,
maybe
even
Thanksgiving
,
"
Toot
argued
,
but
Brutal
could
see
he
was
weakening
.
"
Who
gon
na
buy
a
cigar
box
some
mouse
been
using
for
a
toilet
?
"
"
Oh
jeez-Louise
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
That
's
the
numbest
thing
I
've
ever
heard
you
say
,
Toot
.
I
mean
,
that
takes
the
cake
.
First
,
Delacroix
will
keep
the
box
clean
enough
to
eat
a
church
dinner
out
of
--
the
way
he
loves
that
mouse
,
he
'd
lick
it
clean
if
that
's
what
it
took
.
"
"
Easy
on
dat
stuff
,
"
Toot
said
,
wrinkling
his
nose
.
"
Second
,
"
Brutal
went
on
,
"
mouse-shit
is
no
big
deal
,
anyway
.
It
's
just
hard
little
pellets
,
looks
like
birdshot
.
Shake
it
right
out
.
Nothing
to
it
.
"
Old
Toot
knew
better
than
to
carry
his
protest
any
further
;
he
'd
been
on
the
yard
long
enough
to
understand
when
he
could
afford
to
face
into
the
breeze
and
when
he
'd
do
better
to
bend
in
the
hurricane
.
This
was
n't
exactly
a
hurricane
,
but
we
bluesuits
liked
the
mouse
,
and
we
liked
the
idea
of
Delacroix
having
the
mouse
,
and
that
meant
it
was
at
least
a
gale
.
So
Delacroix
got
his
box
,
and
Percy
was
as
good
as
his
word
--
two
days
later
the
bottom
was
lined
with
soft
pads
of
cotton
batting
from
the
dispensary
.
Percy
handed
them
over
himself
,
and
I
could
see
the
fear
in
Delacroix
's
eyes
as
he
reached
out
through
the
bars
to
take
them
.
He
was
afraid
Percy
would
grab
his
hand
and
break
his
fingers
.
I
was
a
little
afraid
of
it
too
,
but
no
such
thing
happened
.
That
was
the
closest
I
ever
came
to
liking
Percy
,
but
even
then
it
was
hard
to
mistake
the
look
of
cool
amusement
in
his
eyes
.
Delacroix
had
a
pet
;
Percy
had
one
too
.
Delacroix
would
keep
his
,
petting
it
and
loving
it
as
long
as
he
could
;
Percy
would
wait
patiently
(
as
patiently
as
a
man
like
him
could
anyway
)
,
and
then
burn
his
alive
.
"
Mousie
Hilton
,
open
for
business
.
"
Harry
said
.
"
The
only
question
is
,
will
the
little
bugger
use
it
?
"
