e within a twenty…mile radius knows what it looks like； anyway。 I guess maybe we can use my Ford。〃
〃Guess again；〃 Dean said； popping his specs back onto his nose。 〃You couldn't get John Coffey into your car if you stripped him naked； covered him with lard； and used a shoehorn。 You're so used to looking at him that you've forgotten how big he is。〃
I had no reply to that。 Most of my attention that morning had been focused on the problem of Percy … and the lesser but not inconsiderable problem of Wild Bill Wharton。 Now I realized that transportation wasn't going to be as simple as I had hoped。
Harry Terwilliger picked up the remains of his second sandwich； looked at it for a second； then put it down again。 〃If we was to actually do this crazy thing；〃 he said； 〃I guess we could use my pickup truck。 Sit him in the back of that。 Wouldn't be nobody much on the roads at that hour。 We're talking about well after midnight； ain't we？〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。
〃You guys're forgetting one thing；〃 Dean said。 〃I know Coffey's been pretty quiet ever since he came on the block； doesn't do much but lay there on his bunk and leak from the eyes； but he's a murderer。 Also； he's huge。 If he decided he wanted to escape out of the back of Harry's truck； the only way we could stop him would be to shoot him dead。 And a guy like that would take a lot of killing； even with a 。45。 Suppose we weren't able to put him down？ And suppose he killed someone else？ I'd hate losing my job；