第11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。

〃Simmer　down；　old…timer；　simmer　down；〃　Dean　said；　grinning。　〃But　watch　and　see　if　I'm　not　right。〃　He　bombed　another　piece　of　cracker　over　the　side。　Sure　enough；　the　mouse　picked　that　one　up　and　began　to　eat　again；　still　ignoring　Bill　Dodge's　contribution　pletely。　But　before　it　had　done　more　than　take　a　preliminary　nibble　or　two；　Percy　threw　his　baton　at　it；　launching　it　like　a　spear。

The　mouse　was　a　small　target；　and　give　the　devil　his　due…it　was　a　wickedly　good　shot；　and　might　have　taken　〃Willy's〃　head　clean　off；　if　its　reflexes　hadn't　been　as　sharp　as　shards　of　broken　glass。　It　ducked　…　yes；　just　as　a　human　being　would　have　…　and　dropped　the　chunk　of　cracker。　The　heavy　hickory　baton　passed　over　its　head　and　spine　close　enough　so　its　fur　ruffled　（that's　what　Dean　said；　anyway；　and　so　I　pass　it　on；　although　I'm　not　sure　I　really　believe　it）；　then　hit　the　green　linoleum　and　bounced　against　the　bars　of　an　empty　cell。　The　mouse　didn't　wait　to　see　if　it　was　a　mistake；　apparently　remembering　a　pressing　engagement　elsewhere；　it　turned　and　was　off　down　the　corridor　toward　the　restraint　room　in　a　flash。

Percy　roared　with　frustration　…　he　knew　how　close　he　had　e　…　and　chased　after　it　again。　Bill　Dodge　grabbed　at　his　arm；　probably　out　of　simple　instinct；　but　Percy　pulled　away　from　him。　Still；　Dean　said；　it　was　probably　that　grab　which　saved　Steamboat　Willy's　life；　and　it　was　still　a　near　thing。　Percy　wanted　not　just　to　kill　the　mouse　but　to　squash　it；　so　he　ran　in　big；　ical　leaps；　like　a　deer；　stamping　down　with　his　heavy　black　workshoes。　The　mouse　barely　avoided　Percy's　last　two　jumps；　first　zigging　and　then　zagging。　It　went　under　the　door　with　a　final　flick　of　its　long　pink　tail；　and　so　long；　stranger　…　it　was　gone。

〃Fuck！〃　Percy　said；　and　slammed　the　fla