第50部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

e　coughing　sounds　muffled　by　the　heels　of　his　palms；　which　he　held　pressed　against　his　mouth。

When　his　coughing　eased；　we　covered　the　front　of　the　Farmall　with　the　pine　boughs　again　and　walked　back　the　way　we　had　e。　The　worst　part　of　that　whole　surreal　furlough　was　…　for　me；　at　least　…　the　last　two　hundred　yards；　with　us　scurrying　back　south　along　the　shoulder　of　the　highway。　I　could　see　（or　thought　I　could）　the　first　faint　lightening　of　the　sky　in　the　east；　and　felt　sure　some　early　farmer；　out　to　harvest　his　pumpkins　or　dig　his　last　few　rows　of　yams；　would　e　along　and　see　us。　And　even　if　that　didn't　happen；　we　would　hear　someone　（in　my　imagination　it　sounded　like　Curtis　Anderson）　shout　〃Holdit　right　there！〃　as　I　used　the　Aladdin　key　to　unlock　the　enclosure　around　the　bulkhead　leading　to　the　tunnel。　Then　two　dozen　carbine…toting　guards　would　step　out　of　the　woods　and　our　little　adventure　would　be　over。

By　the　time　we　actually　got　to　the　enclosure；　my　heart　was　whamming　so　hard　that　I　could　see　little　white　dots　exploding　in　front　of　my　eyes　with　each　pulse　it　made。　My　hands　felt　cold　and　numb　and　faraway；　and　for　the　longest　time　I　couldn't　get　the　key　to　go　into　the　lock。

〃Oh　Christ；　headlights！〃　Harry　moaned。

I　looked　up　and　saw　brightening　fans　of　light　on　the　road。　My　keyring　almost　fell　out　of　my　hand；　I　managed　to　clutch　it　at　the　last　second。

〃Give　them　to　me；〃　Brutal　said。　〃I'll　do　it。〃

〃No；　I've　got　it；〃　I　said。　The　key　at　last　slipped　into　its　slot　and　turned。　A　moment　later　we　were　in。　We　crouched　behind　the　bulkhead　and　watched　as　a　Sunshine　Bread　truck　went　pottering　past　the　prison。　Beside　me　I　could　hear　John　Coffey's　tortured　breathing。　He　sounded　like　an　engine　which　has　almost　run　out　of　oil。　He　had　held　the　bu