第15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。

ed　open；　letting　in　a

flood　of　light；　there　was　a　confused　rattle　of　chains；　a　frightened　voice　babbling　away　in　a　mixture　of　English　and　Cajun　French　（a　patois　the　cons　at　Cold　Mountain　used　to　call　da　bayou）；　and　Brutal　hollering；　〃Hey！　Quit　it！　For　Chrissakes！　Quit　it；　Percy！〃

I　had　been　half…dozing　on　what　was　to　bee　Delacroix's　bunk；　but　I　was　up　in　a　hurry；　my　heart　slugging　away　hard　in　my　chest。　Noise　of　that　kind　on　E　Block　almost　never　happened　until　Percy　came；　he　brought　it　along　with　him　like　a　bad　smell。

〃e　on；　you　fuckin　French…fried　faggot！〃　Percy　yelled；　ignoring　Brutal　pletely。　And　here　he　came；　dragging　a　guy　not　much　bigger　than　a　bowling　pin　by　one　arm。　In　his　other　hand；　Percy　had　his　baton。　His　teeth　were　bared　in　a　strained　grimace；　and　his　face　was　bright　red。　Yet　he　did　not　look　entirely　unhappy。　Delacroix　was　trying　to　keep　up　with　him；　but　he　had　the　legirons　on；　and　no　matter　how　fast　he　shuffled　his　feet；　Percy　pulled　him　along　faster。　I　sprang　out　of　the　cell　just　in　time　to　catch　him　as　he　fell；　and　that　was　how　Del　and　I　were　introduced。

Percy　rounded　on　him；　baton　raised；　and　I　held　him　back　with　one　arm。　Brutal　came　puffing　up　to　us；　looking　as　shocked　and　nonplussed　by　all　this　as　I　felt。

〃Don't　let　him　hit　me　no　mo；　m'sieu；〃　Delacroix　babbled。　〃S'il　vous　plait；　s'il　vous　plait！〃

〃Let　me　at　im；　let　me　at　im！〃　Percy　cried；　lunging　forward。　He　began　to　hit　at　Delacroix's　shoulders　with　his　baton。　Delacroix　held　his　arms　up；　screaming；　and　the　stick　went　whap…whap…whap　against　the　sleeves　of　his　blue　prison　shirt。　I　saw　him　that　night　with　the　shirt　off；　and　that　boy　had　bruises　from　Christmas　to　Easter。　Seeing　them　made　me　feel　bad。　He　was　a　murderer；　and　nobody's　darling；　but　that's　not　the　way