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nd selfeffacing as ever。 〃Roll on two！〃
At first it was the same as always … the humming that was a little louder than the original cycle…up； but not much； and the mindless forward surge of Del's body as his muscles spasmed。
Then things started going wrong。
The humming lost its steadiness and began to waver。 It was joined by a crackling sound； like cellophane being crinkled。 I could smell something horrible that I didn't identify as a mixture of burning hair and organic sponge until I saw blue tendrils of smoke curling out from beneath the edges of the cap。 More smoke was streaming out of the hole in the top of the cap that the wire came in through； it looked like smoke ing out of the hole in an Indian's teepee。
Delacroix began to jitter and twist in…the chair； his mask…covered face snapping from side to side as if in some vehement refusal。 His legs began to piston up and down in short strokes that were hampered by the clamps on his ankles。 Thunder banged overhead； and now the rain began to pour down harder。
I looked at Dean Stanton； he stared wildly back。 There was a muffled pop from under the cap； like a pine knot exploding in a hot fire； and now I could see smoke ing through the mask； as well； seeping out in little curls。
I lunged toward the mesh between us and the switch room； but before I could open my mouth； Brutus Howell seized my elbow。 His grip was hard enough to make the nerves in there tingle。 He was as white as tallow but not in a panic … not even close to being in a panic。 〃Don't you tell Jack to stop；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃Whatever you do； don't tell him that。 It's too late to stop。〃
At first； when Del began to scream； the witnesses didn't hear him。 The rain on the tin roof had swelled to a roar； and the thunder was damned near continuous。 But those of us on the platform heard him； all right … choked howls of pain from beneath the smoking mask； sounds an animal caught and mangled in a hay…baler might make。
The hum from the cap was ragged and wild now； broken by bursts of what sounded like radio static。 Delacroix began to slam back and forth in the chair like a kid doing a tantrum。 The platform shook； and he hit the leather restraining belt almost hard enough to pop it。 The current was also twisting him from side to side； and I heard the crunching snap as his right shoulder either broke or dislocated。 It went with a sound like someone hitting a wooden crate with a sledgehammer。 The crotch of his pants； no more than a blur because of the short pistoning strokes of his legs； darkened。 Then he began to squeal； horrible sounds； high…pitched and ratlike； that were audible even over the rushing downpour。
〃What the hell's happening to him？〃 someone cried。
〃Are those clamps going to hold？〃
〃Christ； the smell！ Phew！〃
Then； one of the two women： 〃Is this normal？〃
Delacroix snapped forward； dropped back； snapped forward； fell back。 Percy was staring at him with slack…jawed horror。 He had expected something； sure； but not this。
The mask burst into flame on Delacroix's face。 The smell of cooking hair and sponge was now joined by the smell of cooking flesh。 Brutal grabbed the bucket the sponge had been in … it was empty now； of course … and charged for the extra…deep janitor's sink in the corner。
〃Shouldn't I kill the juice； Paul？〃 Van Hay called through the mesh。 He sounded pletely rattled。 〃Shouldn't…〃
〃No！〃 I shouted back。 Brutal had understood it first； but I hadn't been far behind： we had to finish it。 Whatever else we might do in all the rest of our lives was secondary to that one thing： we had to finish with Delacroix。 〃Roll； for Christ's sake！ Roll； roll； roll！〃
I turned to Brutal； hardly aware of the people talking behind us now； some on their feet； a couple screaming。 〃Quit that！〃 I yelled at Brutal。 〃No water！ No water！ Are you nuts？〃
Brutal turned toward me； a kind of dazed understanding on his face。 Throw water on a man who was getting the juice。 Oh yes。 That would be very smart。 He looked around； saw the chemical fire extinguisher hanging on the wall； and got that instead。 Good boy。
The mask had peeled away from Delacroix's face enough to reveal features that had gone blacker than John Coffey's。 His eyes； now nothing but misshapen globs of white； filmy jelly； had been blown out of their sockets and lay on his cheeks。 His eyelashes were gone； and as I looked； the lids themselves caught fire and began to burn。 Smoke puffed from the open V of his shirt。 And still the humming of the electricity went on and on； filling my head； vibrating in there。 I think it's the sound mad people must hear； that or something like it。
Dean started forward； thinking in some dazed way that he could beat the fire out of Del's shirt with his hands； and I yanked him away almost hard enough to pull him off his feet。 Touching Delacroix at that point would have been like Brer Rabbit punching into the Tar…Baby。 An electrified Tar…Baby； in this case。
I still didn't turn around to see what was going on behind us； but it sounded like pandemonium； chairs falling over； people bellowing； a woman crying 〃Stop it； stop it； oh can't you see he's had enough？〃 at the top of her lungs。 Curtis Anderson grabbed my shoulder and asked what was happening； for Christ's sake； what was happening； and why didn't I order jack to shut down？
〃Because I can't；〃 I said。 〃We've gone too far to turn back； can't you see that？ It'll be over in a few more seconds； anyway。〃
But it was at least two minutes before it was over； the longest two minutes of my whole life； and through most of it I think Delacroix was conscious。 He screamed and jittered and rocked from side to side。 Smoke poured from his nostrils and from a mouth that had gone the purple…black of ripe plums。 Smoke drifted up from his tongue the way smoke rises from a hot griddle。 All the buttons on his shirt either burst or melted。 His undershirt did not quite catch fire； but it charred and smoke poured through it and we could smell his chest…hair roasting。 Behind us； people were heading for the door like cattle in a stampede。 They couldn't get out through it； of course … we were in a damn prison； after all … so they simply clustered around it while Delacroix fried （Now I'm fryin； Old Toot had said when we were rehearsing for Arlen Bitterbuck； I'm a done tom turkey） and the thunder rolled and the rain ran down out of the sky in a perfect fury。
At some point I thought of the doc and looked around for him。 He was still there； but crumpled on the floor beside his black bag。 He'd fainted。
Brutal came up and stood beside me； holding the fire extinguisher。
〃Not yet；〃 I said。
〃I know。〃
We looked around for Percy and saw him standing almost behind Sparky now； frozen； eyes huge； one knuckle crammed into his mouth。
Then； at last； Delacroix slumped back in the chair； his bulging； misshapen face lying over on one shoulder。 He was still jittering； but we'd seen this before； it was the current running through him。 The cap had e askew on his head； but when we took it off a little later； most of his scalp and his remaining fringe of hair came with it； bonded to the metal as if by some powerful adhesive。
〃Kill it！〃 I called to Jack when thirty s