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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

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