thrilled。

〃e　on；　now；　Wild　Bill；〃　I　said；　and　yanked　Wharton　to　his　feet。　〃Little　walky…walky。〃

〃Don't　you　call　me　that！〃　Wharton　screamed　shrilly；　and　I　think　that　for　the　first　time　we　were　seeing　real　feelings；　and　not　just　a　clever　animal's　camouflage　spots。　〃Wild　Bill　Hickok　wasn't　no　range…rider！　He　never　fought　him　no　bear　with　a　Bowie　knife；　either！　He　was　just　another　bushwhackin　John　Law！　Dumb　sonofabitch　sat　with　his　back　to　the　door　and　got　kilt　by　a　drunk！〃

〃Oh　my　suds　and　body；　a　history　lesson！〃　Brutal　exclaimed；　and　shoved　Wharton　out　of　his　cell。　〃A　feller　just　never　knows　what　he's　going　to　get　when　he　clocks　in　here；　only　that　it's　apt　to　be　nice。　But　with　so　many　nice　people　like　you　around；　I　guess　that　kind　of　stands　to　reason；　don't　it？　And　you　know　what？　Pretty　soon　you'll　be　history　yourself；　Wild　Bill。　Meantime；　you　get　on　down　the　hall。　We　got　a　room　for　you。　Kind　of　a　cooling…off　room。〃

Wharton　gave　a　furious；　inarticulate　scream　and　threw　himself　at　Brutal；　even　though　he　was　snugly　buckled　into　the　coat　now；　and　his　arms　were　wrapped　around　behind　him。　Percy　made　to　draw　his　baton　…　the　Wetmore　Solution　for　all　of　life's　problems　…　and　Dean　put　a　hand　on　his　wrist。　Percy　gave　him　a　puzzled；　half…indignant　look；　as　if　to　say　that　after　what　Wharton　had　done　to　Dean；　Dean　should　be　the　last　person　in　the　world　to　want　to　hold　him　back。

Brutal　pushed　Wharton　backward。　I　caught　him　and　pushed　him　to　Harry。　And　Harr