The Steel River Prison Break

And now, the steel river prison break, starting Bartlett Robinson, a tail well calculated to keep you in. Suspence. It was set for Friday, and I mean set. We thought of everything. Cronin would be waiting in a speedboat under the wall.

We'd make it during the recreation period. Some of the boys would start a rhubarb in the far corner of the yard, and we'd be up and over and in the river before the gods missed us.

On Tuesday night the radio changed. The front stage is expected at midnight. Rain is still falling in the upper watershed. Front warning is an issue to lock the water front here in Frigberg. Me and Anac.

That does it. Right. That's what. You hear that motion? You hear that on the radio? Yeah. Yeah, I heard it. So it's raining outside. Yeah, and it's raining up the river and it's raining in the mountains.

Yeah, and we're mighty, lucky to be nice, warm, and a comfortable little old print and sail. We gotta move up the timetable. Huh? What are you talking about? We walk outta here tomorrow night. Thursday morning, latest.

Hell, come. Corona won't be here first till Friday afternoon. Listen, by midnight tomorrow, this prison will be an island, surrounded by the biggest floods since 1886. Very interesting. I don't know much about these things.

We don't ever get much water on the real brain. Well, I know. I was born half a mile from here. I know the floods. I was raised on them. Fluttered out twice a year when I was a kid. Every fall and every spring.

By tomorrow night the cell block will be a swimming pool. That'll be a change. Tomorrow night we go. What about Cronin'? Cronin ain't gonna get here in this flood. I don't think we ought to risk it, Bragg.