Зеленая миля

Chapter 7

           

           Thenextnight,aftergettingfirstBitterbuckandthenThePresidentovertoDBlock,whereweshoweredourgroupaftertheregularconswerelockeddown,Brutalaskedmeifweshouldn’thavealookforSteamboatWillydownthereintherestraintroom.

           "Iguessweoughtto,"Isaid.We’dhadagoodlaughoverthatmousethenightbefore,butIknewthatifBrutalandIfounditdownthereintherestraintroomparticularlyifwefoundithadgnaweditselfthebeginningsofanestinoneofthepaddedwallswewouldkillit.Bettertokillthescout,nomatterhowamusingitmightbe,thanhavetolivewiththepilgrims.And,Ishouldn’thavetotellyou,neitherofuswasverysqueamishaboutalittlemouse-murder.Killingratswaswhatthestatepaidusfor,afterall.

           Butwedidn’tfindSteamboatWillylatertobeknownasMr.Jinglesthatnight,notnestedinthesoftwalls,orbehindanyofthecollectedjunkwehauledoutintothecorridor.Therewasagreatdealofjunk,too,morethanIwouldhaveexpected,becausewehadn’thadtousetherestraintroominalongtime.ThatwouldchangewiththeadventofWilliamWharton,butofcoursewedidn’tknowthatatthetime.Luckyus.

           "Where’ditgo?"Brutalaskedatlast,wipingsweatoffthebackofhisneckwithabigbluebandanna."Nohole,nocrack...there’sthat,but"Hepointedtothedraininthefloor.

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