Chapter 30 Section VII

After breakfast the next day, after washing his hands with the faucet on the small sink in the single cell, when he was lying on the bed waiting for the cart piled with books to be pushed over, the prison guard stood outside the iron fence and said to him: "Barnard Coy?" Barnard replied, "Yes." "I'm going to give you a job. Follow me to take a labor skill test." Then, the iron bars slid aside.He went out and saw that the doors of the left and right cells had not been opened.From this point of view, it seems that the door of the cell was malfunctioning on the first night when we first arrived here.

Behind the iron fence next door, Nicky was looking this way eagerly.Pit jobs are not his share yet.The prison guard also looked at Nicky, and then said: "Only those who are favored by the warden can have work. If there is work, you can receive reward money." After speaking, he took a step forward and led Barnard through the corridor. "Excuse me, how much will the salary be?" Barnard asked the prison guard's back as he followed. "Ten cents an hour." he replied.In that case, you can't get a dollar for a day's work. "Have you recovered from your cold?" he asked.

"It's all right now," replied Barnard. "No more coughing, no sore throat." So the prison guard nodded and said nothing more. He was taken to a furniture factory.Amidst the noise of chainsaws and grinders all over the room, a large group of prisoners were working in silence. "Jobs on Alcatraz are divided into three categories, woodworking, sewing, and laundry. Let's see your potential as a carpenter first." The prison guard said loudly amidst the noise, and then led Barnard away. To a man in a prison uniform who appears to be building a cabinet out of planks and squares.Because of the loud noise, Barnard couldn't hear anything clearly, and the prison guard pointed at Barnard behind him, giving him some instructions.The man seemed to understand and nodded.The prison guard waved his hand at his companion who was watching, and went back to the duty room.

"I'm Carl. What about you?" The man held out his hand.At first glance, this person is a very old man.Barnard stepped forward and shook the hand. "My name is Barney." "Okay, Barney. First carpentry?" "Yes." Barnard replied. "Well, you first stuff this piece of wood into this base like this, all the way to the line drawn next to it, and then use this plane to plan. There is a surplus for you, but you have to do it too. Be careful and try not to ask me to rework." Carl said, "Shall I show you?" Barnard wished Carl could say that, so he nodded.Karl demonstrated it by hand, and also gave instructions on the posture and key points.

After that, Barnard worked in silence for about thirty minutes. Carl leaned over, inspected Barnard's work, and said, "Oh, you've got a really good understanding. What a headache!" one time?" Seeing that Barnard nodded, he said again, "Well, that's great. Then come here for a while." Then, he pointed to a thick board next to the furniture he was assembling, "Use an electric drill to make a hole in the marked place. Don't make it crooked, it must be drilled vertically. I I'll show you now." After speaking, Carl drilled out a "template".Barnard drilled one after another, again earning Carl's approval.Then, more than an hour later, there was a loud noise from somewhere.The movement seemed to come from the next room.It is said that it is the next room, but in fact there is no door, and there are only a small section of the wall on the left and right.The voice came from behind the wall.

He didn't pay attention to it at first, thinking that some guy had poked the basket carelessly while he was working.Unexpectedly, the situation is not so simple.All of a sudden, the siren blared and the sound was shrill, and everyone put down what they were doing.Electric drills and grinders were turned off, and the workshop became instantly silent.The prison guard who was monitoring Barnard and the others ran towards the next room, and the prison guard outside the corridor rushed in with a gun. Intense impact, the sound of things being smashed, the sound of a toolbox being overturned on the ground... screaming... roaring... Barnard and Carl looked at each other, and then moved towards the next room cautiously. .

As soon as I stood at the junction of the next room, I heard a "crash", and the window glass shattered.A prison guard was sent flying, knocking his elbow on the glass. Two guards were tangling with an inmate, rolling around on the floor.The one whose elbow smashed the glass just now jumped up from behind, snatched the adze from the prisoner, and threw it on the floor here.Immediately, blood spattered all over the floor. Another prison guard hurriedly picked up the adze to prevent it from falling into the hands of prisoners. A prisoner stood in front of the three wrestling with each other, staring blankly at the mess under their feet.The man was unharmed.But on the opposite side of the three struggling on the floor, a prison guard was lying on the ground, looking extremely painful.Two prison guards with guns ran to his side and knelt down, unbuttoned the front of his shirt, and opened it to check the wound.His injuries looked serious, with blood gurgling continuously onto the floor.

Two prison guards pressed the struggling prisoner under them, then grabbed his arms from left to right, and forcibly pulled him up.The other went around behind his back and handcuffed his hands behind his back. "Rick, is that all you love about dungeons?" he gasped. "It's going to be a long time. Look at the light more now." Immediately, two prison guards dragged and dragged the excited and flushed prisoner towards the door. "Guard, watch him, watch him!" Rick yelled, twisting his neck back desperately, "It's that bastard Harry, he wants to escape, you have to be careful! Everyone, watch him closely , that guy wants to escape from here!"

"Stretcher, bring the stretcher!" Seeing his companion moaning loudly in pain, the prison guard with a gun yelled anxiously. "Look at what you did, kid!" the prison guard yelled at Rick while dragging him, "You injured our man, he was seriously injured, and he would die if he didn't do it properly, and if he did, he would be killed." It's not as cheap as closing a dungeon. Just wait and see." "I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't intend to cause trouble. I just wanted to teach that fugitive a lesson!" Rick left the workshop yelling and yelling.

"Come on, Harry, is what happened just now true?" The prison guard next to him asked the prisoner who had been standing still. Harry, who looked a bit wretched, seemed to have just recovered from his nerves, and said, "Huh? What's the matter, sir?" "What Rick said just now. Do you want to escape?" "Nothing! Escaping from Alcatraz? Nothing!" he said loudly, "I didn't do anything. That bastard hit me with an adze without saying a word, and I didn't Mess with him. I just wanted to run for my life, and didn't want to make trouble at all. Please forgive me, and don't send me to the dungeon."

"It doesn't matter what anyone says, it all depends on what the warden says." The prison guard said, "No one will get mad for no reason, unless it's a lunatic." "what does this mean?" "It means that a slap can't be slapped, and both parties are responsible for the trouble." "Don't make fun of me, I didn't do anything!" A prison guard ran in with a folding stretcher, and another guard helped him unpack it and place it on the floor. "Should I be carried to the infirmary?" Another prison guard asked. "That's right, but the doctor isn't here right now." "What? Really?" "There is no decent medicine either. We had to use a motorboat to send him to the hospital on the other side." "That's terrible. He's bleeding so much he's going to die. You see, the flesh has been ripped open by the adze, and the wound is deep." The injured prison guard was moved to the stretcher by two people, moaning more and more. "Is there any alcohol for disinfection?" Barnard walked over and asked. "What do you want to do, keep the prisoner away!" shouted the prison guard who brought the stretcher. "Please leave it to me. Now is the time to race against time. I am a medical student..." After Barnard finished speaking, he knelt down beside the injured.While the stretcher was still on the ground, he opened the front of his shirt, inspected the wound, and pressed a part of it with his hands. "It hurt from the ribs to the vicinity of the stomach. The wound was deep, but fortunately the peritoneum was not injured. Pressing this position can temporarily stop the bleeding. I will go to the infirmary with you. Is there any sterilized water?" "What? Probably not, I've never heard of it." "What about saline?" "No." "The wound needs stitches, do you have a needle and thread?" "How would I know." The guards lifted the stretcher and headed for the infirmary.Barnard followed beside the stretcher, his hand on the wound. "There should be antibiotics, right?" "Orally?" "yes." "Oh, probably." The prison guard replied.