'Walk on your hands for me； John；' Jack said。 'Like you used to。'
'In a minute；' Johnnie said。 He poured Jack a glass of water。
'Drink this first。 Wet your whistle。 Then I'll see if I can still get across the room upside down。 Remember when I used to run on my hands in the shirt factory？ After I ran all the way to the gate； they stuck me in the hole。'
'I remember；' Jack said。
Johnnie didn't do no walking on his hands that night。 By the time he got the glass of water to Jack's lips； the poor bugger had gone back to sleep with his head on Johnnie's shoulder。
'He's gonna die；' I said。
'He's not；' Johnnie said。
The next morning； I asked Johnnie what we were going to do。 What we could do。
'I got one more name out of McClure。 Joe Moran。 McClure says he was the go…between on the Bremer kidnapping。 If he'll fix Jack up； it's worth a thousand to me。'
'I got six hundred；' I said。 And I'd give it up； but not for Jack Hamilton。 Jack had gone beyond needing a doctor； what Jack needed by then was a preacher。 I did it for Johnnie Dillinger。
'Thanks； Homer；' he said。 'I'll be back in an hour。 Meantime； you mind the baby。' But Johnnie looked bleak。 He knew that if Moran wouldn't help us we'd have to get out of town。 It would mean taking Jack back to St。 Paul and trying there。 And we knew what going back in a stolen Ford would likely mean。 It was the spring of 1934 and all three of us…me； Jack； and especially Johnnie…were on J。 Edgar Hoover's list of 'public enemies。'
'Well； good luck；' I says。 'See you in the funny pages。'
He went out。 I mooned around。 I was mighty sick of the room by then。 It was like being back in Michigan City； only worse。 Because when you were in stir they'd done the worst they could to you。 Here； hiding out in the back of Murphy's； things could always get worse。
Jack muttered； then he dropped off again。
There was a chair at the foot of the cot； with a cushion。 I took the cushion and sat down beside Jack。 It wouldn't take long； I didn't think。 And when Johnnie came back I'd only have to say that poor old Jack took one final breath and just copped out。 The cushion would be back on the chair。 Really； it would be doing Johnnie a favor。 Jack； too。
'I see you； Chummah；' Jack says suddenly。 I tell you； it scared the living hell out of me。
'Jack！' I says； putting my elbows on that cushion。 'How you doing？'
His eyes drifted closed。 'Do the trick 。 。 。 with the flies；' he says； and then he was asleep again。 But he'd woken up at just the right time； if he hadn't； Johnnie would have found a dead man on that cot。
When Johnnie finally did e back； he practically busted down the door。 I had my gun out。 He saw it and laughed。 'Put away the bean shooter； pal； and pack up your troubles in your old kit bag！'
'What's up？'
'We're getting out of here； that's what。' He looked five years younger。 'High time； wouldn't you say？'
'Yeah。'
'He been all right while I was gone？'
'Yeah；' I said。 The cushion lying on the chair had SEE YOU IN CHICAGO written on it in needlework。
'No change？'
'No change。 Where are we going？'
'Aurora；' Johnnie said。 'It's a little town upstate。 We're going to move in with Volney Davis and his girlfriend。' He leaned over the cot。 Jack's red hair； thin to start with； had started falling out。 It was on the pillow； and you could see the crown of his head； white as snow。 'You hear that； Jack？' Johnnie shouts。 'We're hot now； but we're going to cool off quick！ You understand？'
'Walk on your hands like Johnnie Dillinger used to；' Jack said； without opening his eyes。
Johnnie just kept smiling。 He winked at me。 'He understands；' he said。 'He's just not awake。 You know？'
'Sure；' I said。
On the ride up to Aurora； Jack sat against the window； his head fly…ing up and then thumping against the glass every time we hit a pothole。 He was holding long； muttery conversations with folks we couldn't see。 Once we were out of town； me and Johnnie had to roll down our windows。 The smell was just too bad otherwise。 Jack was rotting from the inside out； but he wouldn't die。 I've heard it said that life is fragile and fleeting； but I don't believe it。 It would be better if it was。
'That Dr。 Moran was a crybaby；' Johnnie said。 We were in the woods by then； the city behind us。 'I decided I didn't want no crybaby like him working on my partner。 But I wasn't going to leave without something。' Johnnie always travelled with a 。38 pistol tucked into his belt。 Now he pulled it out and showed it to me； the way he must have shown it to Dr。 Moran。 'I says； 'If I can't take away nothing else； Doc； I'll just have to take your life。' He seen I meant business； and he called someone up there。 Volney Davis。'
I nodded as if that name meant something to me。 I found out later that Volney was another member of Ma Barker's gang。 He was a pretty nice fella。 So was Dock Barker。 And Volney's girlfriend； the one they called Rabbits。 They called her Rabbits because she dug herself out of prison a few times。 She was the best of the lot。 Aces。 Rabbits； at least； tried to help poor old troublesome Jack。 None of the others would…not the pill…rollers； the scrapers； the face artists； and certainly not Dr。 Joseph （Crybaby） Moran。
The Barkers were on the run after a botched kidnapping； Dock's Ma had already left…gone all the way to Florida。 The hideout in Aurora wasn't much…four rooms； no electricity； a privy out back…but it was better than Murphy's saloon。 And； like I say； Volney's girlfriend at least tried to do something。 That was on our second night there。
She set up kerosene lamps all around the bed； then sterilized a paring knife in a pot of boiling water。 'If you boys feel pukey；' she said； 'you just choke it back until I'm done。'
'We'll be okay；' Johnnie said。 'Won't we； Homer？'
I nodded； but I was queasy even before she got going。 Jack was laying on his stomach； head turned to the side； muttering。 It seemed he never stopped。 Whatever room he happened to be in was filled with people only he could see。
'I hope so；' she says； 'because once I start in； there's no going back。' She looked up and seen Dock standing in the doorway。 Volney Davis； too。 'Go on； baldy；' she says to Dock； 'and take…um heap big chief with you。' Volney Davis was no more a Indian than I was； but they used to rib him because he was born in the Cherokee Nation。 Some judge had given him three years for stealing a pair of shoes； which was how he got into a life of crime。
Volney and Dock went out。 When they were gone； Rabbits turned Jack over and then cut him open in a X； bearing down in a way I could barely stand to look at。 I held Jack's feet。 Johnnie sat beside his head； trying to soothe him； but it didn't do no good。 When Jack started to scream； Johnnie put a dishtowel over his head and nodded for Rabbits to go on； all the time stroking Jack's head and telling him not to worry； everything would be just fine。
That Rabbits。 They call them frails； but there was nothing frail about her。 Her hands never even shook。 Blood； some of it black and clotted； e pouring out of the sunken place when she cut it。 She cut deeper and then out came the pus。 Some was white； but there was big green chunks which looked like boogers。 That was bad。 But when she got to the lung the smell was a thousand times worse。 It couldn't have been worse in France during the gas attacks。
Jack was gasping in these big whistling breaths。 You could hear it in his throat； and from the hole in his back； too。
'You better hurry up；' Johnnie says。 'He's sprung a leak in his air hose。'
'You're telling me；' she says。 'The bullet's in his lung。 You just hold him down； handsome。'
In fact； Jack wasn't thrashing much。 He was too weak。 The sound of the air shrieking in and out of him kept getting thinner and thinner。 It was hotter than hell with those lamps set up all around the bed； and the stink of the hot oil was almost as strong as the gangrene。 I wish we'd thought to open a window before we got started； but it was too late by then。
Rabbits had a set of tongs； but she couldn't get them in the hole。 'Fuck this！' she cried； and tossed them to one side； and then stuck her fingers into the bloody hole； reached around until she found the slug that was in there； pulled it out； and threw it to the floor。 Johnnie started to bend over for it and she said； 'You can get your souvenir later； handsome。 For now just hold him。'
She went to work packing gauze into the mess she'd made。
Johnnie lifted up the dishtowel and peeked underneath it。 'Not a minute too soon；' he told her with a grin。 'Old Red Hamilton has turned a wee bit blue。'
Outside； a car pulled into the driveway。 It could have been the cops； for all we knew； but there wasn't nothing we could do about it then。
'Pinch this shut；' she told me； and pointed at the hole with the gauze in it。 'I ain't much of a seamstress； but I guess I can put in half a dozen。'
I didn't want to get my hands anywhere near that hole； but I wasn't going to tell her no。 I pinched it shut； and more watery pus ran out when I did。 My midsection clenched up and I started making this gurk…gur