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