绿里奇迹(英文版)- 第45部分

〃Stick　those　arms　out　there；　honey；〃　Brutal　said；　〃or　you　get　another。〃　
Harry　had　already　let　go　of　young　Mr。　Wetmore。　Sobbing　like　a　little　kid；　the　tears　which　had　been　standing　in　his　eyes　now　spilling　down　his　cheeks；　Percy　shot　his　hands　out　straight　in　front　of　him；　like　a　sleepwalker　in　a　movie　edy。　I　had　the　sleeves　of　the　straitjacket　up　his　arms　in　a　trice。　I　hardly　had　it　over　his　shoulders　before　Brutal　had　let　go　of　Percy's　ears　and　grabbed　the　straps　hanging　down　from　the　jacket's　cuffs。　He　yanked　Percy's　hands　around　to　his　sides；　so　that　his　arms　were　crossed　tightly　on　his　chest。　Harry；　meanwhile；　did　up　the　back　and　snapped　the　cross…straps。　Once　Percy　gave　m　and　stuck　out　his　arms；　the　whole　thing　took　less　than　ten　seconds。　
〃Okay；　hon；〃　Brutal　said。　〃Forward　harch。〃　
But　he　wouldn't。　He　looked　at　Brutal；　then　turned　his　terrified；　streaming　eyes　on　me。　Nothing　about　his　connections　now；　or　how　we'd　have　to　go　all　the　way　to　South　Carolina　just　to　get　a　free　meal；　he　was　far　past　that。　
〃Please；〃　he　whispered　in　a　hoarse；　wet　voice。　〃Don't　put　me　in　with　him；　Paul。〃　
Then　I　understood　why　he　had　panicked；　why　he'd　fought　us　so　hard。　He　thought　we　were　going　to　put　him　in　with　Wild　Bill　Wharton；　that　his　punishment　for　the　dry　sponge　was　to　be　a　dry　cornholing　from　the　resident　psychopath。　Instead　of　feeling　sympathy　for　Percy　at　this　realization；　I　felt　disgust　and　a　hardening　of　my　resolve。　He　was；　after　all；　judging　us　by　the　way　he　would　have　behaved；　had　our　positions　been　reversed。　
〃Not　Wharton；〃　I　said。　〃The　restraint　room；　Percy。　You're　going　to　spend　three　or　four　hours　in　there；　all　by　yourself　in　the　dark；　thinking　about　what　you　did　to　Del。　It's　probably　too　late　for　you　to　learn　any　new　lessons　about　how　people　are　supposed　to　behave　…　Brute　thinks　so；　anyway　…　but　I'm　an　optimist。　Now　move。〃　
He　did；　muttering　under　his　breath　that　we'd　be　sorry　for　this；　plenty　sorry；　just　wait　and　see；　but　on　the　whole　he　seemed　relieved　and　reassured。　
When　we　herded　him　out　into　the　hall；　Dean　gave　us　a　look　of　such　wide…eyed　surprise　and　dewy　innocence　that　I　could　have　laughed；　if　the　business　hadn't　been　so　serious。　I've　seen　better　acting　in　backwoods　Grange　revues。　
〃Say；　don't　you　think　the　joke's　gone　far　enough？〃　Dean　asked。　
〃You　just　shut　up；　if　you　know　what's　good　for　you；〃　Brutal　growled。　These　were　lines　we'd　scripted　at　lunch；　and　that　was　just　what　they　sounded　like　to　me；　scripted　lines；　but　if　Percy　was　scared　enough　and　confused　enough；　they　still　might　save　Dean　Stanton's　job　in　a　pinch。　I　myself　didn't　think　so；　but　anything　was　possible。　Any　time　I've　doubted　that；　then　or　since；　I　just　think　about　John　Coffey；　and　Delacroix's　mouse。　
We　ran　Percy　down　the　Green　Mile；　him　stumbling　and　gasping　for　us　to　slow　down；　he　was　going　to　go　flat　on　his　face　if　we　didn't　slow　down。　Wharton　was　on　his　bunk；　but　we　went　by　too　fast　for　me　to　see　if　he　was　awake　or　asleep。　John　Coffey　was　standing　at　his　cell　door　and　watching。　〃You're　a　bad　man　and　you　deserve　to　go　in　that　dark　place；〃　he　said；　but　I　don't　think　Percy　heard　him。　
Into　the　restraint　room　we　went；　Percy's　cheeks　red　and　wet　with　tears；　his　eyes　rolling　into　their　sockets；　his　pampered　locks　all　flopping　down　on　his　forehead。　Harry　pulled　Percy's　gun　with　one　hand　and　his　treasured　hickory；　head…knocker　with　the　other。　〃You'll　get　em　back；　don't　worry；〃　Harry　said。　He　sounded　a　trifle　embarrassed。　
〃I　wish　I　could　say　the　same　about　your　job；〃　
Percy　replied。　〃All　your　jobs。　You　can't　do　this　to　me！　You　can't！〃　
He　was　obviously　prepared　to　go　on　in　that　vein　for　quite　awhile；　but　we　didn't　have　time　to　listen　to　his　sermon。　In　my　pocket　was　a　roll　of　friction…tape；　the　thirties　ancestor　of　the　strapping…tape　folks　use　today。　Percy　saw　it　and　started　to　back　away。　Brutal　grabbed　him　from　behind　and　hugged　him　until　I　had　slapped　the　tape　over　his　mouth；　winding　the　roll　around　to　the　back　of　his　head；　just　to　be　sure。　He　was　going　to　have　a　few　less　swatches　of　hair　when　the　tape　came　off；　and　a　pair　of　seriously　chapped　lips　into　the　bargain；　but　I　no　longer　much　cared；　I'd　had　a　gutful　of　Percy　Wetmore。　
We　backed　away　from　him。　He　stood　in　the　middle　of　the　room；　under　the　caged　light；　wearing　the　straitjacket；　breathing　through　flared　nostrils；　and　making　muffled　mmmph！　mmmph！　sounds　from　behind　the　tape。　All　in　all；　he　looked　as　crazy　as　any　other　prisoner　we'd　ever　jugged　in　that　room。　
〃The　quieter　you　are；　the　sooner　you　get　out；〃　I　said。　〃Try　to　remember　that；　Percy。…〃　
〃And　if　you　get　lonely；　think　about　Olive　Oyl；〃　Harry　advised。　〃Uck…uck…uck…uck。〃　
Then　we　went　out。　I　closed　the　door　and　Brutal　locked　it。　Dean　was　standing　a　little　way　up　the　Mile；　just　outside　of　Coffey's　cell。　He　had　already　put　the　master　key　in　the　top　lock。　The　four　of　us　looked　a　each　other；　no　one　saying　anything。　There　was　no　need　to。　We　had　started　the　machinery；　all　we　could　do　now　was　hope　that　it　ran　the　course　we　had　laid　out　instead　of　jumping　the　tracks　somewhere　along　the　line。　
〃You　still　want　to　go　for　that　ride；　John？〃　Brutal　asked；　
〃Yes；　sir；〃　Coffey　said。　〃I　reckon。〃　
〃Good；〃　Dean　said。　He　turned　the　first　lock；　removed　the　key；　and　seated　it　in　the　second。　
〃Do　we　need　to　chain　you　up；　John？〃　I　asked。　
Coffey　appeared　to　think　about　this。　〃Can　if　you　want　to；〃　he　said　at　last。　〃Don't　need　to。〃　
I　nodded　at　Brutal；　who　opened　the　cell　door；　then　turned　to　Harry；　who　was　more　or　less　pointing　Percy's　。45　at　Coffey　as　Coffey　emerged　from　his　cell。　
〃Give　those　to　Dean；〃　I　said。　
Harry　blinked　like　someone　awakening　from　a　momentary　doze；　saw　Percy's　gun　and　stick　still　in　his　hands；　and　passed　them　over　to　Dean。　Coffey；　meanle；　hulked　in　the　corridor　with　his　bald　skull　almost　brushing　one　of　the　caged　overhead　lights。　
Standing　there　with　his　hands　in　front　of　him　and　his　shoulders　sloped　forward　to　either　side　of　his　barrel　chest；　he　made　me　think　again；　as　I　had　the　first　time　I　saw　him；　of　a　huge　captured　bear。　
〃Lock　Percy's　toys　in　the　duty　desk　until　we　get　back；〃　I　said。　
〃If　we　get　back；〃　Harry　added。　
〃I　will；〃　Dean　said　to　me；　taking　no　notice　of　Harry。　
〃And　if　someone　shows　up　…　probably　no　one　will；　but　if　someone　does　…　what　do　you　say？〃　
〃That　Coffey　got　upset　around　midnight；〃　Dean　said。　He　looked　as　studious　as　a　college　student　taking　a　big　exam。　〃We　had　to　give　him　the　jacket　and　but　him　in　the　restraint　room。　If　there's　noise；　who　ever　hears　it'll　just　think　it's　him。〃　He　raised　his　chin　to　John　Coffey。　〃And　what　about　us？〃　Brutal　asked。　〃Paul's　over　in　Admin；　pulling　Del's　file　and　going　over　the　witnesses；〃　Dean　said。　〃It's　especially　important　this　time；　because　the　execution　was　such　a　balls…up。　He　said　he'd　probably　be　there　the　rest　of　the　shift。　You　and　Harry　and　Percy　are　over　in　the　laundry；　washing　your　clothes。〃　
Well；　that　was　what　folks　said；　anyway。　There　was　a　crap…game　in　the　laundry　supply　room　some　nights；　on　others　it　was　blackjack　or　poker　or　acey…deucey。　Whatever　it　was；　the　guards　who　participated　were　said　to　be　washing　their　clothes。　There　was　usually　moonshine　at　these　get…togethers；　and　on　occasion　a　joystick　would　go　around　the　circle。　It's　been　the　same　in　prisons　since　prisons　were　invented；　I　suppose。　When　you　spend　your　life　taking　care　of　mudmen；　you　can't　help　getting　a　little　dirty　yourself。　In　any　case；　we　weren't　likely　to　be　checked　up　on。　〃Clothes　washing〃　was　treated　with　great　discretion　at　Cold　Mountain。　
〃Right　with　Eversharp；〃　I　said；　turning　Coffey　around　and　putting　him　in　motion。　〃And　if　it　all　falls　down；　Dean；　you。　don't　know　nothing　about　nothing。〃　
〃That's　easy　to　say；　but　…　〃　
At　that　moment；　a　skinny　arm　shot　out　from　between　the　bars　of　Wharton's　cell　and　grabbed　Coffey's　slab　of　a　bicep。　We　all　gasped。　Wharton　should　have　been　dead　to　the　world；　all　but　atose；　yet　here　he　stood；　swaying　back　and　forth　on　his　feet　like　a　hard…tagged　fighter；　grinning　blearily。　
Coffey's　reaction　was　remarkable。　He　didn't　pull　away；　but　he　also　gasped；　pulling　air　in　over　his　teeth　like　someone　who　has　touched　something　cold　and　unpleasant。　His　eyes　widened；　and　for　a　moment　he　looked　as　if　he　and　dumb　had　never　even　met；　let　alone　got　up　together　every　morning　and　lain　down　together　every　night。　He　had　looked　alive　…　there　…　when　he　had　wanted　me　to　e　into　his　cell　so　he　could　touch　me。　Help　me；　in　Coffeyspeak。　He　had　looked　that　way　again　when　he'd　been　holding　his　hands　out　for　the　mouse。　Now；　for　the　third　time；　his　face　had　lit　up；　as　if　a　spotlight　had　suddenly　been　turned　on　inside　his　brain。　Except　it　was　different　this　time。　It　was　colder　this　time；　and　for　the　first　time　I　wondered　what　might　happen　if　John　Coffey　were　suddenly　to　run　amok。　We　had　our　guns；　we　could　shoot　him；　but　actually　taking　him　down　might　not　be　easy　to　do。　
I　saw　similar　thoughts　on　Brutal's　face；　but　Wharton　just　went　on　grinning　his　stoned；　loose…lipped　grin　…　〃Where　do　you　think　you're　going？〃　he　asked。　It　came　out　something　like　Wherra　fink　yerr　gone？　
Coffey　stood　still；　looking　first　at　Wharton；　then　at　Wharton's　hand；　then　back　into　Wharton's　face。　I　could　not　read　that　expression。　I　mean　I　could　see　the　intelligence　in　it；　but　I　couldn't　read　it。　As　for　Wharton；　I　wasn't　worried　about　him　at　all。　He　wouldn't　remember　any　of　this　later；　he　was　like　a　drunk　walking　in　a　blackout。　
〃You're　a　bad　man；〃　Coffey　whispered；　and　I　couldn't　tell　what　I　heard　in　his　voice　…　pain　or　anger　or　fear。　Maybe　all　three。　Coffey　looked　down　at　the　hand　on　his　arm　again；　the　way　you　might　look　at　a　bug　which　could　give　you　a　really　nasty　bite；　had　it　a　mind。　
〃That's　right；　nigger；〃　Wharton　said　with　a　bleary；　cocky　smile。　〃Bad　as　you'd　want。〃　
I　was　suddenly　positive　that　something　awful　was　going　to　happen；　something　that　would　change　the　planned　course　of　this　early　morning　as　pletely　as　a　cataclysmic　earthquake　can　change　the　course　of　a　river。　It　was　going　to　happen；　and　nothing　I　or　any　of　us　did　would　stop　it。　
Then　Brutal　reached　down；　plucked　Wharton's　hand　off　John　Coffey's　arm；　and　that　feeling　stopped。　It　was　as　if　some　potentially　dangerous　circuit　had　been　broken。　I　told　you　that　in　my　time　in　E　Block；　the　governor's　line　never　rang。　That　was　true；　but　I　imagine　that　if　it　ever　had；　I　would　have　felt　the　same　relief　that　washed　over　me　when　Brutal　removed　Wharton's　hand　from　the　big　man　towering　beside　me。　Coffey's　eyes　dulled　over　at　once；　it　was　as　if　the　searchlight　inside　his　head　had　been　turned　off。　
〃Lie　down；　Billy；〃　Brutal　said。　〃Take　you　some　rest。〃　That　was　my　usual　line　of　patter；　but　under　the　circumstances；　I　didn't　mind　Brutal　using　it。　
〃Maybe　I　will；〃　Wharton　agreed。　He　stepped　back；　swayed；　almost　went　over；　and　caught　his　balance　at　the　last　second。　〃Whoo；　daddy。　Whole　room's　spinnin　around。　Like　bein　drunk。〃　
He　backed　toward　his　bunk；　keeping　his　bleary　regard　on　Coffey　as　he　went。　〃Niggers　ought　to　have　they　own　'lectric　chair；〃　he　opined。　Then　the　backs　of　his　knees　struck　his　bunk　and　he　swooped　down　onto　it。　He　was　snoring　before　his　head　touched　his　thin　prison　pillow；　deep　blue　shadows　brushed　under　the　hollows　of　his　eyes　and　the　tip　of　his　tongue　lolling　out。　
〃Christ；　how'd　he　get　up　w