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。
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