第40部分(第3/8頁)

e　within　a　twenty…mile　radius　knows　what　it　looks　like；　anyway。　I　guess　maybe　we　can　use　my　Ford。〃

〃Guess　again；〃　Dean　said；　popping　his　specs　back　onto　his　nose。　〃You　couldn't　get　John　Coffey　into　your　car　if　you　stripped　him　naked；　covered　him　with　lard；　and　used　a　shoehorn。　You're　so　used　to　looking　at　him　that　you've　forgotten　how　big　he　is。〃

I　had　no　reply　to　that。　Most　of　my　attention　that　morning　had　been　focused　on　the　problem　of　Percy　…　and　the　lesser　but　not　inconsiderable　problem　of　Wild　Bill　Wharton。　Now　I　realized　that　transportation　wasn't　going　to　be　as　simple　as　I　had　hoped。

Harry　Terwilliger　picked　up　the　remains　of　his　second　sandwich；　looked　at　it　for　a　second；　then　put　it　down　again。　〃If　we　was　to　actually　do　this　crazy　thing；〃　he　said；　〃I　guess　we　could　use　my　pickup　truck。　Sit　him　in　the　back　of　that。　Wouldn't　be　nobody　much　on　the　roads　at　that　hour。　We're　talking　about　well　after　midnight；　ain't　we？〃

〃Yes；〃　I　said。

〃You　guys're　forgetting　one　thing；〃　Dean　said。　〃I　know　Coffey's　been　pretty　quiet　ever　since　he　came　on　the　block；　doesn't　do　much　but　lay　there　on　his　bunk　and　leak　from　the　eyes；　but　he's　a　murderer。　Also；　he's　huge。　If　he　decided　he　wanted　to　escape　out　of　the　back　of　Harry's　truck；　the　only　way　we　could　stop　him　would　be　to　shoot　him　dead。　And　a　guy　like　that　would　take　a　lot　of　killing；　even　with　a　。45。　Suppose　we　weren't　able　to　put　him　down？　And　suppose　he　killed　someone　else？　I'd　hate　losing　my　job；