cell； half…expecting to discover he'd mitted suicide in one of the two mon Death Row ways either hanging himself with his pants； or gnawing into his wrists。 No such thing； it turned out。 Coffey merely sat on the end of his bunk with his hands in his lap； the largest man I'd ever seen in my life； looking at me with his strange； wet eyes。
〃Cap'n？〃 he said。
〃What's up； big boy？〃
〃I need to see you。〃
〃Ain't you looking right at me； John Coffey？〃
He said nothing to this； only went on studying me with his strange； leaky gaze。 I sighed。
〃In a second； big boy。〃
I looked over at Delacroix； who was standing at the bars of his cell。 Mr。 Jingles； his pet mouse （Delacroix would tell you he'd trained Mr。 Jingles to do tricks； but us folks who worked on the Green Mile were pretty much unanimous in the opinion that Mr。 Jingles had trained himself）； was jumping restlessly back and forth from one of Del's outstretched hands to the other； like an acrobat doing leaps from platforms high above the center ring。 His eyes were huge； his ears laid back against his sleek brown skull。 I hadn't any doubt that the mouse was reacting to Delacroix's nerves。 As I watched； he ran down Delacroix's pants leg and across the cell to where the brightly colored spool lay against one wall。 He pushed the spool back to Delacroix's foot and then looked up at him eagerly； but the little Cajun took no notice of his friend； at least for the time being。
〃What happen； boss？〃 Delacroix asked。 〃Who been hurt？〃
〃Everything's jake；〃 I said。 〃Our new boy came in like a lion； but now he's passed out like a lamb。 All's well that ends well。〃
〃It ain't over yet；〃 Delacroix said； looking up the Mile toward the cell where Wharton was jugged。 〃L'homme mauvais