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Show page 149 two dull notes. Somebody's Rhode Island rooster crowed prematurely. From two bunks came deep snores. Lonnie at the window continued to stare out. Moonlight became brighter. His slender figure made a shadow on the bullpen floor. Suddenly he grabbed the bars and lifted himself higher into the window space. Red hurried to the window, poked his head to the b a r s , and was in time to see Posh Tolliver t i e a fretful bobcat to an elm t r e e and -walk tox^ard a f i r s t floor window d i r e c t l y beneath them. Posh's voice, subdued, was loud enough t o hear: "Reba, t h i s Preacher Farley had him up already and was walking to town with him. I just put him in the boot of the car. You got any iodine or liniment, Reba?" "Good night, Posh," came Reba's voice. She had obviously gone back to bed. Lonnie whispered to Red, "See him?" The bobcat was plainly v i s i b l e in the moonlight, near the elm, looking up toward the j a i l window. "Yeah, h e ' s wagging that stubby t a i l , " said Red. "If he wakes the sheriff, w e ' l l catch h e l l . He looks good; must've fed him plenty." " H e ' l l s e t t l e down. I got him trained." Red pulled Lonnie back to the floor, returned to his bunk and lay dox-sn, h i s hands under his head, eyes staring at the dark c e i l i n g . "Curly?" "Yeah, Red, x-7hat you want?" »I jenought you was asleep, Curly. You know, I never had |
