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She stood away from him； her face turned up to his。 〃Thank you。〃
〃Right wele； ma'am。〃
She turned to Hal and walked back to him。 He put his arms around her。
〃Paul…〃 It was Harry。 He held his right wrist out to me and tapped the face of his watch。 It was pressing on to three o'clock。 Light would start showing by four…thirty。 If we wanted to get Coffey back to Cold Mountain before that happened； we would have to go soon。 And I wanted to get him back。 Partly because the longer this went on the worse our chances of getting away with it became； yes； of course。 But I also wanted John in a place where I could legitimately call a doctor for him； if the need arose。 Looking at him； I thought it might。
The Mooreses were sitting on the edge of the bed； arms around each other。 I thought of asking Hal out into the living room for a private word； then realized I could ask until the cows came home and he wouldn't budge from where he was right then。 He might be able to take his eyes off her … for a few seconds； at least … by the time the sun came up； but not now。
〃Hal；〃 I said。 〃We have to go now。〃
He nodded； not looking at me。 He was studying the color in his wife's cheeks； the natural unstrained curve of his wife's lips； the new black in his wife's hair。
I tapped him on the shoulder； hard enough to get his attention for a moment； at least。
〃Hal； we never came here。〃
〃What … ？〃
〃We never came here；〃 I said。 〃Later on we'll talk； but for now that's all you need to know。 We were never here。…〃
〃Yes； all right He forced himself to focus on me for a moment； with what was clearly an effort。 〃You got him out。 Can you get him back in？〃
〃I think so。 Maybe。 But we need to go。〃
〃How did you know he could do this？〃 Then he shook his head； as if realizing for himself that this wasn't the time。 〃Paul 。。。 thank you。〃
〃Don't thank me；〃 I said。 〃Thank John。〃
He looked at John Coffey； then put out one hand … just as I had done on the day Harry and Percy escorted John onto the block。 〃Thank you。 Thank you so much。〃
John looked at the hand。 Brutal threw a none…too…subtle elbow into his side。 John started； then took the hand and gave it a shake。 Up； down； back to center； release。 〃Wele；〃 he said in a hoarse voice。 It sounded to me like Melly's when she had clapped her hands and told John to pull down his pants。 〃Wele；〃 he said to the man who would； in the ordinary course of things； grasp a pen with that hand and then sign John Coffey's execution order with it。
Harry tapped the face of his watch； more urgently this time。
〃Brute？〃 I said。 〃Ready？〃
〃Hello； Brutus；〃 Melinda said in a cheerful voice； as if noticing him for the first time。 〃It's good to see you。 Would you gentlemen like tea？ Would you； Hal？ I could make it。〃 She got up again。 〃I've been ill； but I feel fine now。 Better than I have in years。〃
〃Thank you； Missus Moores； but we have to go；〃 Brutal said。 〃It's past John's bedtime。〃 He smiled to show it was a joke； but the look he gave John was as anxious as I felt。
〃Well 。。。 if you're sure
〃Yes； ma'am。 e on； John Coffey。〃 He tugged John's arm to get him going； and John went。
〃Just a minute！〃 Melinda shook free of Hal's hand and ran as lightly as a girl to where John stood。 She put her arms around him and gave him another hug。 Then she reached around to the nape of her neck and pulled a fine…link chain out of her bodice。 At the end of it was a silver medallion。 She held it out to John； who looked at it unprehendingly。
〃It's St。 Christopher；〃 she said。 〃I want you to have it； Mr。 Coffey； and wear it。 He'll keep you safe。 Please wear it。 For me。〃
John looked at me； troubled； and I looked at Hal； who first spread his hands and then nodded。
〃Take it； John；〃 I said。 〃It's a present。〃
John took it； slipped the chain around his bullneck； and dropped the St。 Christopher medallion into the front of his shirt。 He had pletely stopped coughing now； but I thought he looked grayer and sicker than ever。
〃Thank you； ma'am；〃 he said。
〃No；〃 she replied。 〃Thank you。 Thank you； John Coffey。〃
9。
I rode up in the cab with Harry going back； and was damned glad to be there。 The heater was broken； but we were out of the open air； at least。 We had gone about ten miles when Harry spotted a little turnout and veered the truck into it。
〃What is it？〃 I asked。 〃Is it a bearing？〃 To my mind； the problem could have been that or anything； every ponent of the Farmall's engine and transmission sounded on the verge of going cataclysmically wrong or giving up the ghost entirely。
〃Nope；〃 Harry said； sounding apologetic。 〃I got to take a leak； is all。 My back teeth are floatin。〃
It turned out that we all did； except for John。 When Brutal asked if he wouldn't like to step down and help us water the bushes； he just shook his head without looking up。 He was leaning against the back of the cab and wearing one of the Army blankets over his shoulders like a serape。 I couldn't get any kind of read on his plexion； but I could hear his breathing … dry and raspy； like wind blowing through straw。 I didn't like it。
I walked into a clump of willows； unbuttoned； and let go。 I was still dose enough to my urinary infection so that the body's amnesia had not taken full hold； and I could be grateful simply to be able to pee without needing to scream。 I stood there； emptying out and looking up at the moon； I was hardly aware of Brutal standing next to me and doing the same thing until he said in a low voice； 〃Hell never sit in Old Sparky。〃
I looked around at him； surprised and a little frightened by the low certainty in his tone。 〃What do you mean？〃
〃I mean he swallered that stuff instead of spitting out like he done before for a reason。 It might take a week…he's awful big and strong … but I bet it's quicker。 One of us'll do a check…tour and there he'll be； lying dead as stone on his bunk。〃
I'd thought I was done peeing； but at that a little shiver twisted up my back and a little more squirted out。 As I rebuttoned my fly； I thought that what Brutal was saying made perfect sense。 And I hoped； all in all； that he was right。 John Coffey didn't deserve to die at all； if I was right in my reasoning about the Detterick girls； but if he did die； I didn't want it to be by my hand。 I wasn't sure I could lift my hand to do it； if it came to that。
〃e on；〃 Harry murmured out of the dark。 〃It's gettin late。 Let's get this done。〃
As we walked back to the truck； I realized we had left John entirely alone … stupidity on the Percy Wetmore level。 I thought that he would be gone； that he'd spat out the bugs as soon as he saw he was unguarded； and had then just lit out for the territories； like Huck and Jim on the Big Muddy。 All we would find was the blanket he had been wearing around his shoulders。
But he was there； still sitting with his back against the cab and his forearms propped on his knees。 He looked up at the sound of our approach and tried to give us a smile。 It hung there for a moment on his haggard face and then slipped off。
〃How you doing； Big John？〃 Brutal asked； climbing into the back of the truck again and retrieving his own blanket。
〃Fine； boss；〃 John said listlessly。 〃I's fine。〃
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