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           "Tha’s...soappowder."

           "Well,Igenerallyusepaste,but"—McMurphyrunshistoothbrushdowninthepowderandswishesitaroundandpullsitoutandtapsitonthesideofthecan—"butthiswilldofineforme.Ithankyou.We’lllookintothatwardpolicybusinesslater."

           Andheheadsbacktothelatrine,whereIcanhearhissinginggarbledbythepistonbeatofhistoothbrushing.

           Thatblackboy’sstandingtherelookingafterhimwithhisscrubraghanginglimpinhisgrayhand.AfteraminuteheblinksandlooksaroundandseesIbeenwatchingandcomesoveranddragsmedownthehallbythedrawstringonmypajamasandpushesmetoaplaceonthefloorIjustdidyesterday.

           "There!Damnyou,rightthere!That’swhereIwantyouworkin’,notgawkin’aroundlikesomebiguselesscow!There!There!"

           AndIleanoverandgotomoppingwithmybacktohimsohewon’tseemegrin.Ifeelgood,seeingMcMurphygetthatblackboy’sgoatlikenotmanymencould.Papausedtobeabletodoit—spraddle-legged,dead-panned,squintingupattheskythatfirsttimethegovernmentmenshoweduptonegotiateaboutbuyingoffthetreaty."Canadahonkersupthere,"Papasays,squintingup.Governmentmenlook,rattlingpapers."Whatareyou—?InJuly?There’sno—uh—geesethistimeofyear.Uh,nogeese."

           TheyhadbeentalkingliketouristsfromtheEastwhofigureyou’vegottotalktoIndianssothey’llunderstand.Papadidn’tseemtotakeanynoticeofthewaytheytalked.Hekeptlookingatthesky."Geeseupthere,whiteman.