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Chapter 26
That’swhatthefellerssaid.»
«Don’thinkaboutit,"Mabeggedhim.«I’ma-gonnalayinalotastufftoeat.Lotaflouran’lard.»
«Might’swellthinkaboutit,"saidTom.«Trytoshutitout,an’it’llwhangbackatme.Theywasascrewball.Nevertol’you’bouthim.LookedlikeHappyHooligan.Harmlesskindafella.Alwayswasgonnamakeabreak.FellasallcalledhimHooligan.»Tomlaughedtohimself.
«Don’thinkaboutit,"Mabegged.«Goon,"saidAl.«Tellaboutthefella.»
«Itdon’thurtnothin’,Ma,"Tomsaid.«Thisfellawasalwaysgonnabreakout.Makeaplan,hewould;buthecouldn’keepittohisselfan’purtysoonever’bodyknowedit,eventhewarden.He’dmakehisbreakan’they’dtake’imbythehan’an’lead’imback.Well,onetimehedrawedaplanwherehe’sgoin’over.’Courseheshoweditaroun’,an’ever’bodykep’still.An’hehidout,an’ever’bodykep’still.Sohe’sgothimselfaropesomewheres,an’hegoesoverthewall.They’ssixguardsoutsidewithagreatbigsack,an’Hooligancomesquietdowntheropean’theyjus’hol’thesackoutan’hegoesrightinside.Theytieupthemouthan’take’imbackinside.Fellaslaughedsohardtheyliketodied.ButitbustedHooligan’sspirit.Hejus’criedan’cried,an’mopedaroun’an’gotsick.Hurthisfeelin’ssobad.Cuthiswristswithapinan’bledtodeath’causehisfeelin’swashurt.Noharmin’imatall.They’sallkindsascrewballsinstir.»
