“Now what’s up?” Clancy demanded, frowning. “What do they want to ring the bell for?”
Mitchell appeared suddenly. “Come on, mug!” he bawled to Clancy. “We gotta jail break on our hands. The prisoners are loose.”
Clancy snatched up his rifle.
“Who let ’em loose?” he asked, rushing to the door.
“Cain, I guess,” Mitchell said, pushing Clancy ahead of him. He looked back at me, winked. “Come on, everyone’s to go to B floor. Orders.”
They went running down the passage.
I grinned at Maxison.
“Mitchell let ’em loose. I hope he’ll be all right,” I said. “Come on, we’re going.”
Between as we hoisted the coffin on our shoulders and made for the exit. The coffin weighed a ton, and we were staggering by the time we’d reached the gate of the prison block.
The lone guard stared at us, lifted his rifle.