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Every
now
and
then
he
hummed
a
little
,
Harry
said
,
and
Percy
roused
himself
enough
from
his
funk
to
say
that
the
lugoon
dripped
spittle
from
his
lax
lower
lip
,
a
drop
at
a
time
,
until
it
had
made
a
puddle
between
his
feet
.
Like
a
dog
dripping
off
the
end
of
its
tongue
on
a
hot
summer
day
.
They
drove
in
through
the
south
gate
when
they
got
to
the
pen
,
right
past
my
car
,
I
guess
.
The
guard
on
the
south
pass
tan
back
the
big
door
between
the
lot
and
the
exercise
yard
,
and
the
stagecoach
drove
through
.
It
was
a
slack
time
in
the
yard
,
not
many
men
out
and
most
of
them
hoeing
in
the
garden
.
Pumpkin
time
,
it
would
have
been
.
They
drove
straight
across
to
E
Block
and
stopped
.
The
driver
opened
the
door
and
told
them
he
was
going
to
take
the
stagecoach
over
to
the
motor-pool
to
have
the
oil
changed
,
it
had
been
good
working
with
them
.
The
extra
guards
went
with
the
vehicle
,
two
of
them
sitting
in
the
back
eating
apples
,
the
doors
now
swinging
open
.
That
left
Dean
,
Harry
and
Percy
with
one
shackled
prisoner
.
It
should
have
been
enough
,
would
have
been
enough
,
if
they
had
n't
been
lulled
by
the
stick
thin
country
boy
standing
head-down
there
in
the
dirt
with
chains
on
his
wrists
and
ankles
.
They
marched
him
the
twelve
or
so
paces
to
the
door
that
opened
into
E
Block
,
falling
into
the
same
formation
we
used
when
escorting
prisoners
down
the
Green
Mile
.
Harry
was
on
his
left
,
Dean
was
on
his
right
,
and
Percy
was
behind
,
with
his
baton
in
his
hand
.
No
one
told
me
that
,
but
I
know
damned
well
he
had
it
out
;
Percy
loved
that
hickory
stick
.
As
for
me
,
I
was
sitting
in
what
would
be
Wharton
's
home
until
it
came
time
for
him
to
check
into
the
hot
place
--
first
cell
on
the
right
as
you
headed
down
the
corridor
toward
the
restraint
room
.
I
had
my
clipboard
in
my
hands
and
was
thinking
of
nothing
but
making
my
little
set
speech
and
getting
the
hell
out
.
The
pain
in
my
groin
was
building
up
again
,
and
all
I
wanted
was
to
go
into
my
office
and
wait
for
it
to
pass
.
Dean
stepped
forward
to
unlock
the
door
.
He
selected
the
right
key
from
the
bunch
on
his
belt
and
slid
it
into
the
lock
.
Wharton
came
alive
just
as
Dean
turned
the
key
and
pulled
the
handle
.
He
voiced
a
screaming
,
gibbering
cry
--
a
kind
of
Rebel
yell
--
that
froze
Harry
to
temporary
immobility
and
pretty
much
finished
Percy
Wetmore
for
the
entire
encounter
.
I
heard
that
scream
through
the
partly
opened
door
and
did
n't
associate
it
with
anything
human
at
first
;
I
thought
a
dog
had
gotten
into
the
yard
somehow
and
had
been
hurt
;
that
perhaps
some
mean
tempered
con
had
hit
it
with
a
hoe
.
Wharton
lifted
his
arms
,
dropped
the
chain
which
hung
between
his
wrists
over
Dean
's
head
,
and
commenced
to
choke
him
with
it
.
Dean
gave
a
strangled
cry
and
lurched
forward
,
into
the
cool
electric
light
of
our
little
world
.
Wharton
was
happy
to
go
with
him
,
even
gave
him
a
shove
,
all
the
time
yelling
and
gibbering
,
even
laughing
.
He
had
his
arms
cocked
at
the
elbows
with
his
fists
up
by
Dean
's
ears
,
yanking
the
chain
as
tight
as
he
could
,
whipsawing
it
back
and
forth
.
Harry
landed
on
Wharton
's
back
,
wrapping
one
hand
in
our
new
boy
's
greasy
blond
hair
and
slamming
his
other
fist
into
the
side
of
Wharton
's
face
as
hard
as
he
could
.
He
had
both
a
baton
of
his
own
and
a
sidearm
pistol
,
but
in
his
excitement
drew
neither
.
We
'd
had
trouble
with
prisoners
before
,
you
bet
,
but
never
one
who
'd
taken
any
of
us
by
surprise
the
way
that
Wharton
did
.
The
man
's
slyness
was
beyond
our
experience
.
I
had
never
seen
its
like
before
,
and
have
never
seen
it
again
.
And
he
was
strong
.
All
that
slack
looseness
was
gone
.
Harry
said
later
that
it
was
like
jumping
onto
a
coiled
nest
of
steel
springs
that
had
somehow
come
to
life
.
Wharton
,
now
inside
and
near
the
duty
desk
,
whirled
to
his
left
and
flung
Harry
off
.
Harry
hit
the
desk
and
went
sprawling
.
"
Whoooee
,
boys
!
"
Wharton
laughed
.
"
Ai
n't
this
a
party
,
now
?
Is
it
,
or
what
?
"
Still
screaming
and
laughing
,
Wharton
went
back
to
choking
Dean
with
his
chain
.
Why
not
?
Wharton
knew
what
we
all
knew
:
they
could
only
fry
him
once
.
