s　if　it　didn't　like　the　way　our　resident　parricide　smelled。　It　checked　two　of　the　empty　cells；　even　ran　up　onto　one　of　the　bare；　unmattressed　cots　for　a　sniff；　then　came　back　to　the　Green　Mile。　And　Percy　standing　there　the　whole　time；　tapping　and　tapping；　not　talking　for　a　change；　wanting　to　make　it　sorry　for　ing　back。　Wanting　to　teach　it　a　lesson。

〃Good　thing　you　guys　don't　have　to　put　him　in　Sparky；〃　Bill　said；　interested　in　spite　of　himself。　〃You'd　have　a　hell　of　a　time　getting　the　clamps　and　the　cap　on。〃

Percy　said　nothing　still；　but　he　very　slowly　gripped　the　baton　between　his　fingers；　the　way　a　man　would　hold　a　good　cigar。

The　mouse　stopped　where　it　had　before；　no　more　than　three　feet　from　the　duty　desk；　looking　up　at　Dean　like　a　prisoner　before　the　bar。　It　glanced　up　at　Bill　for　a　moment；　then　switched　its　attention　back　to　Dean。　Percy　it　hardly　seemed　to　notice　at　all。

〃He's　a　brave　little　barstid；　I　got　to　give　him　that；〃　Bill　said。　He　raised　his　voice　a　little。　〃Hey！　Hey！　Steamboat　Willy！〃

The　mouse　flinched　a　little　and　fluttered　its　ears；　but　it　didn't　run；　or　even　show　any　signs　of　wanting　to。

〃Now　watch　this；〃　Dean　said；　remembering　how　Brutal　had　fed　it　some　of　his　corned…beef　sandwich。　〃I　don't　know　if　he'll　do　it　again；　but…〃

He　broke　off　a　piece　of　Ritz　cracker　and　dropped　it　in　front　of　the　mouse。　It　just　looked　with　its　sharp　black　eyes　at　the　orangey　fragment　for　a　second　or　two；　its　filament…fine　whiskers