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Falconer 125<br />
another and the thin, bitter voice of a third. “Stand at attention by<br />
your doors or you’ll get the hose and you’ll get it like a bunch of<br />
sticks with nails in them, you’ll get it like stones, you’ll get it like a<br />
rod of iron. Put out your fire, Chicken, and get it through your<br />
heads that you men is powerless. This place is surrounded with<br />
armed troops from all over the state. We got the power to scatter<br />
your fire wherever you light it. You is powerless. Now put out your<br />
mattress, Chicken, and sleep in your own mess. Blow out their<br />
lights, Tiny. Sweet dreams.”<br />
They were gone, the door closed and it was dark. Chicken was<br />
whimpering. “Don’t sleep, nobody, don’t nobody close their eyes.<br />
You close your eyes they’ll kill you. They’ll kill you in your sleep.<br />
Don’t nobody go to sleep.”<br />
In the blessed dark Farragut got his copper wire and his toilet<br />
paper roll and began to build his radio. How beautiful the wire<br />
seemed, a slender, clean, gold-colored tie to the world of the living,<br />
from which he seemed to hear, now and then, the clash of men,<br />
the roar of men tearing at one another’s heads. It came and went<br />
and he dismissed it as an illusion, compared at least to the<br />
splendor of building, out of paper and wire, some bond or lock or<br />
shining buckle that could fasten two worlds. When it was done he<br />
sighed like a gratified lover and mumbled: “Praise be to Thee, O<br />
Lord.” Chicken was still whimpering: “Don’t go to sleep, nobody.<br />
Nobody goes to sleep.” Farragut slept heavily.<br />
When Farragut woke he saw through the poor light and the dark<br />
sky that the weather had not changed. A thunderstorm or a strong<br />
northwest wind might break it or it might taper off into a ten-hour<br />
rain and a slow clearing. He saw, at the window, that Chisholm<br />
had lied. There were no troops around the walls. Had there been<br />
troops there he would have heard the noise, he would have felt the<br />
stir of troops. There was nothing, and he felt disappointed.<br />
Perhaps there were no troops to spare. The heaviness of the air was