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d if Percy should need help； but he did better with his wrist…clamp than I'd done with my ankle…clamp。 I could see Del trembling all over now； as if a low current were already passing through him。 I could smell his sweat； too。 It was sour and strong and reminded me of weak pickle juice。
Dean nodded to Percy。 Percy turned back over his shoulder … I could see a place just under the angle of his jaw where he'd cut himself shaving that day … and said in a low； firm voice： 〃Roll on one！〃
There was a hum； sort of like the sound an old refrigerator makes when it kicks on； and the hanging lights in the storage room brightened。 There were a few low gasps and murmurs from the audience。 Del jerked in the chair； his hands gripping the ends of the oak arms hard enough to turn the knuckles white。 His eyes rolled rapidly from side to side in their sockets； and his dry breathing quickened even more。 He was almost panting now。
〃Steady；〃 Brutal murmured。 〃Steady； Del； you're doing just fine。 Hang on； you're doing just fine。〃
Hey you guys！ I thought。 e and see what Mr。 Jingles can do！ And overhead； the thunder banged again。
Percy stepped grandly around to the front of the electric chain This was his big moment； he was at center stage； all eyes were on him。 All； that was； but for one set。 Delacroix saw who it was and looked down at his lap instead。 I would have bet you a dollar to a doughnut that Percy would flub his lines when he actually had to say them for a
