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s he could； whipsawing it back and forth。
Harry landed on Wharton's back； wrapping one hand in our new boy's greasy blond hair and slamming his other fist into the side of Wharton's face as hard as he could。 He had both a baton of his own and a sidearm pistol； but in his excitement drew neither。 We'd had trouble with prisoners before； you bet； but never one who'd taken any of us by surprise the way that Wharton did。 The man's slyness was beyond our experience。 I had never seen its like before； and have never seen it again。
And he was strong。 All that slack looseness was gone。 Harry said later that it was like jumping onto a coiled nest of steel springs that had somehow e to life。 Wharton； now inside and near the duty desk； whirled to his left and flung Harry off。 Harry hit the desk and went sprawling。
〃Whoooee； boys！〃 Wharton laughed。 〃Ain't this a party； now？ Is it； or what？〃
Still screaming and laughing； Wharton went back to choking Dean with his chain。 Why not？ Wharton knew what we all knew： they could only fry him once。
〃Hit him； Percy； hit him！〃 Harry screamed； struggling to his feet。 But Percy only stood there； hickory baton in hand； eyes as wide as soup…plates。 Here was the chance he'd been looking for； you would have said； his golden opportunity to put that tallywhacker of his to good use； and he was too scared and confused to do it。 This wasn't some terrified little Frenchman or a black giant who hardly seemed to be in his own body；
