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Chapter 11
Why,you’vegotmedownandworkedyourwickednessonme,andstillIliveandlaughinyourface.Inefficient?Youcan’tevenkillme.Inefficient?Youcouldn’tkillacorneredratwithastickofdynamite—realdynamite,andnotthesortyouaredeludedintobelievingIhavehiddenaway.”
“Anythingmore?”hedemanded,whenIhadceasedfrommydiatribe.
AndintomymindflashedwhatIhadtoldFortiniwhenhepressedhisinsolenceonme.
“Begone,youprisoncur,”Isaid.“Takeyouryappingfrommydoor.”
ItmusthavebeenaterriblethingforamanofWardenAtherton’sstripetobethusbeardedbyahelplessprisoner.Hisfacewhitenedwithrageandhisvoiceshookashethreatened:
“ByGod,Standing,I’lldoforyouyet.”
“Thereisonlyonethingyoucando,”Isaid.“Youcantightenthisdistressinglyloosejacket.Ifyouwon’t,thengetout.AndIdon’tcareifyoufailtocomebackforaweekorforthewholetendays.”
AndwhatcaneventheWardenofagreatprisondoinreprisalonaprisoneruponwhomtheultimatereprisalhasalreadybeenwreaked?ItmaybethatWardenAthertonthoughtofsomepossiblethreat,forhebegantospeak
