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s if it didn't like the way our resident parricide smelled。 It checked two of the empty cells； even ran up onto one of the bare； unmattressed cots for a sniff； then came back to the Green Mile。 And Percy standing there the whole time； tapping and tapping； not talking for a change； wanting to make it sorry for ing back。 Wanting to teach it a lesson。
〃Good thing you guys don't have to put him in Sparky；〃 Bill said； interested in spite of himself。 〃You'd have a hell of a time getting the clamps and the cap on。〃
Percy said nothing still； but he very slowly gripped the baton between his fingers； the way a man would hold a good cigar。
The mouse stopped where it had before； no more than three feet from the duty desk； looking up at Dean like a prisoner before the bar。 It glanced up at Bill for a moment； then switched its attention back to Dean。 Percy it hardly seemed to notice at all。
〃He's a brave little barstid； I got to give him that；〃 Bill said。 He raised his voice a little。 〃Hey！ Hey！ Steamboat Willy！〃
The mouse flinched a little and fluttered its ears； but it didn't run； or even show any signs of wanting to。
〃Now watch this；〃 Dean said； remembering how Brutal had fed it some of his corned…beef sandwich。 〃I don't know if he'll do it again； but…〃
He broke off a piece of Ritz cracker and dropped it in front of the mouse。 It just looked with its sharp black eyes at the orangey fragment for a second or two； its filament…fine whiskers
