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Show page 205 visiting room. Kessler and cronies were upstairs in their barracks, gambling. Thompson was on his bunk, staring at the ceiling. "Kessler almost fed Tiger one of your k i t t e n s , " Thompson said. "I figured he'd get to one of them sooner or l a t e r ," McFall said. "Where are they?" "Kessler and his cronies?" "The k i t t e n s ." "I put them a l l in the box. They c a n ' t get out." "Thanks," said McFall. McFall sat with Thompson on the barracks steps, looking down toward the messhall. Tiger lay supine in the shade, occasionally raising his triangular head to snap at a fly. " I ' d better keep the cat and k i t t e n s inside the boiler room when Tiger's around," McFall said, xvatching the dog. "He's smelled them now, h e ' l l k i l l them a l l ." Thompson nodded agreement. Between one and two in the morning Thompson was awakened by someone opening the barracks door. McFall's bunk x\?as empty. A t a l l shadowy figure stood at the door. The figure turned, took a quick look in Thompson's direction and s l i d outside. Thompson heard a heavy thud, a f a i n t yelp, then another thud. When McFall returned to his bunk, Thompson feigned sleep. The stockade mess sergeant found Tiger's body the next morning when he came into the stockade to begin breakfast. After breakfast McFall took a coal shovel, dug a hole near |