Free Suttree by Cormac McCarthy Page B

nickel and he poured hot water in their cups. Harrogate came awake from a deep nap and hopped to the floor to get his lunch. He drank plain water with his sandwich, crouched up there in his bunk, his cheeks jammed. Outside the cold gray winter rain fell across the county. By nightfall it would turn to snow.
    He'd finished his sandwiches and was back to tapping at his ring when a new thought changed his face. He put aside his work and climbed down to the floor and crawled under Suttree's bunk. Then he crawled out and back up topside where he fell to work again. In a little while he crawled down again.
    Toward dusk a few prisoners looked his way to see what went, the smallest prisoner sitting in the top of his bunk suddenly going whooo whoo like a chimpanzee and lapsing silent again.
    When the triangle rang for dinner all fell out save he. Suttree came by from his cardgame and shook him by the shoulder. Hey hotshot. Let's go.
    Harrogate raised up with one eye shut, his face matted where it had lain crushed in the blanket. Aaangh? he said.
    Let's go to supper.
    He swung his legs over the side of the bed and pitched out onto the floor face down.
    Suttree had turned to go when he heard the crash. He looked and saw Harrogate struggling in the floor and came back and helped him up. What the fuck's wrong with you?
    Yeeegh yeegh, said Harrogate.
    Shit, said Suttree. You better stay here. Can you get back in the bunk?
    Harrogate fended him away and focused one eye toward the cell door. Sup sup, he said.
    You crazy fucker. You cant even walk.
    Harrogate started across the tilted floor listing badly. The other prisoners were jammed at the door, filing out by twos and down the stairs. Some looked back.
    Look comin here.
    What's happened to him?
    Looks like one leg's grown longer'n the other one.
    Harrogate crashed into the end of a set of bunks and reeled away.
    Damned if the country mouse aint drunker'n hell.
    Them eyes look like two pissholes in the snow.
    He veered toward them like a misfired android. One caught him up by the sleeve.
    You goin to supper, Countrymouse?
    You fuckin ay, said Countrymouse.
    They covered for him in line, holding him erect, shielding him from the guards. The cook's helper who loaded his plate looked at his face probably because it was the only one in the line passing at that diminished altitude. Shit a brick, he said.
    Bet your ass, said Harrogate, winking profoundly.
    They went on to the messhall. Harrogate stepped over the bench and misbalanced and stepped back. He raised his foot to try again. One of the prisoners grabbed his leg and pulled it down and caught his tilting plate and jerked him into the bench alongside him.
    Hee hee, said Harrogate.
    Someone kicked him under the table. He peered about at nearby faces for the culprit. The blacks filing in at the table opposite seemed to have wind of him already and were ogling and grinning.
    Harrogate spooned up a load of pinto beans and shoved them toward his jaw. Some fell down the front of him. He looked after them. He began to spoon beans from his lap. Several guards were watching. He was having difficulty sitting on the bench. He was tottering about. The guard at the head of the table, a man named Wilson, walked down to get a better look. Harrogate sensed him standing there above him and turned to see, falling against the prisoner at his side as he did so. Wilson looked down into the thin face, now slightly green. Harrogate turned back to his food, holding onto the edge of the table with one hand.
    This man's drunk, said Wilson.
    Somewhere down the table someone muttered No shit and a ripple of tittering passed through the messhall. Wilson glared. All right, he said. Knock it off. You. Get up.
    Harrogate put down his spoon and took another grip on the table and raised himself up. But since the bench would not push back from the table he remained in a sort of crouched position, finally losing his balance and sitting down again. Now he turned in his seat