and white; disappeared into Brutal's tanned fist。 〃Shut up your cakehole; sonny。 If you know what's good for you; you'll take this one last opportunity to dig the wax out of your ears。〃

I turned him around; lifted him onto the platform; then backed him up until the backs of his knees struck the seat of the electric chair and he had to sit down。 His calm was gone; the meanness and the arrogance; too。 Those things were real enough; but you have to remember that Percy was very young。 At his age they were still only a thin veneer; like an ugly shade of enamel paint。 You could still chip through。 And I judged that Percy was now ready to listen。

〃I want your word;〃 I said。

〃My word about what?〃 His mouth was still trying to sneer; but his eyes were terrified。 The power in the switch room was locked off; but Old Sparky's wooden seat had its own power; and right then I judged that Percy was feeling it。

〃Your word that if we put you out front for it tomorrow night; you'll really go on to Briar Ridge and leave us alone;〃 Brutal said; speaking with a vehemence I had never heard from him before。 〃That you'll put in for a transfer the very next day。〃

〃And if I won't? If I should just call up certain people and tell them you're harassing me and threatening me? Bullying me?〃

〃We might get the bum's rush if your connections are as good as you seem to think they are;〃 I said; 〃but we'd make sure you left your fair share of blood on the floor; too; Pe