the infirmary。〃
〃Bill Dodge is in charge of that detail…〃
〃I know he is；〃 I said。 〃Go and help him。〃
'That isn't my job；〃 Percy said。 〃This big lugoon is my job。〃 〃Lugoon〃 was Percy's joke name for the big ones … a bination of lug and goon。 He resented the big ones。 He wasn't skinny； like Harry Terwilliger； but he was short。 A banty…rooster sort of guy； the kind that likes to pick fights； especially when the odds are all their way。 And vain about his hair。 Could hardly keep his hands off it。
〃Then your job is done；〃 I said。 〃Get over to the infirmary。〃
His lower lip pooched out。 Bill Dodge and his men were moving boxes and stacks of sheets； even the beds； the whole infirmary was going to a new frame building over on the west side of the prison。 Hot work； heavy lifting。 Percy Wetmore wanted no part of either。
〃They got all the men they need；〃 he said。
〃Then get over there and straw…boss；〃 I said； raising my voice。 I saw Harry wince and paid no attention。 If the governor ordered Warden Moores to fire me for ruffling the wrong set of feathers； who was Hal Moores going to put in my place？ Percy？ It was a joke。 〃I really don't care what you do； Percy； as long as you get out of here for awhile！'
For a moment I thought he was going to stick and there'd be real trouble； with Coffey standing there the whole time like the world's biggest stopped clock。 Then Percy rammed his billy back into its hand…tooled holster…foolish damned va