ed　…　yes；　just　as　a　human　being　would　have　…　and　dropped　the　chunk　of　cracker。　The　heavy　hickory　baton　passed　over　its　head　and　spine　close　enough　so　its　fur　ruffled　（that's　what　Dean　said；　anyway；　and　so　I　pass　it　on；　although　I'm　not　sure　I　really　believe　it）；　then　hit　the　green　linoleum　and　bounced　against　the　bars　of　an　empty　cell。　The　mouse　didn't　wait　to　see　if　it　was　a　mistake；　apparently　remembering　a　pressing　engagement　elsewhere；　it　turned　and　was　off　down　the　corridor　toward　the　restraint　room　in　a　flash。

Percy　roared　with　frustration　…　he　knew　how　close　he　had　e　…　and　chased　after　it　again。　Bill　Dodge　grabbed　at　his　arm；　probably　out　of　simple　instinct；　but　Percy　pulled　away　from　him。　Still；　Dean　said；　it　was　probably　that　grab　which　saved　Steamboat　Willy's　life；　and　it　was　still　a　near　thing。　Percy　wanted　not　just　to　kill　the　mouse　but　to　squash　it；　so　he　ran　in　big；　ical　leaps；　like　a　deer；　stamping　down　with　his　heavy　black　workshoes。　The　mouse　barely　avoided　Percy's　last　two　jumps；　first　zigging　and　then　zagging。　It　went　under　the　door　with　a　final　flick　of　its　long　pink　tail；　and　so　long；　stranger　…　it　was　gone。

〃Fuck！〃　Percy　said；　and　slammed　the　flat　of　his　hand　against　the　door。　Then　he　began　to　sort　through　his　keys；　meaning　to　go　into　the　restraint　room　and　continue　the　chase。

Dean　came　down　the　corridor　after　him；　deliberately　walking　slow　in　order　to　get　his　emotions　under　control。　Part　of　him　wanted　to　laugh　at　Percy；　he　told　me；