Alcatraz-1259 by William G Baker

Author:William G Baker [Baker, William G]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781482754070
Published: 2014-04-03T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

When the sun came up and the fog lifted they came after us. They came with guns, they came with a whole arsenal of guns: tommy guns, shot guns, rifles, pistols, they came with everything they had. Led by Warden O’Malley, himself, they came to get us out from under that bridge one way or the other. O’Malley had repeatedly restrained his guards from using physical force, including guns, on us for anything that happened inside the prison short of murder, but he showed no such restraint now, for he drew the line on prisoners going over his wall, or under it or through it.

O’Malley looked haggard, like he’d been up all night. He also looked angry and his face was red as a beet. So we, uh, came out from under that bridge with our hands up as ordered. We were not suicidal.

They marched us back to the hole, put us back in our cells, our same cells, except our mattresses were gone. They gave us one wool blanket, a towel and a roll of toilet paper, and that’s about it. They explained with a smile that they had to tear our mattresses up looking for hacksaw blades. They didn’t bother to explain that they weren’t in any hurry to bring new ones, but we caught on after a few nights of sleeping on those hard steel bunks.

They welded all the bars back in place. They checked our doors, couldn’t see anything wrong with them, so they fired the guard who was working the hole on the night we escaped on the grounds that he, himself, must have unlocked the doors and let us out.

That first day back in our cells I noticed some blood on my pants, and on inspecting my left leg noticed that I had been slightly wounded, nothing serious but it was seeping blood so I told a guard and they took me to the hospital. An X-ray showed that I just had a bullet fragment lodged shallowly in my upper leg. The doctor squirted some freezing stuff on the wound and cut out the fragment, no problem, then bandaged it up.

While this was going on the convict attendants and nurses watched me in awe, like I was Jesse James or somebody. The newspapers and radio news programs labeled us “The Halloween Six” because our escape attempt happened to occur on Halloween night because that’s when the fog rolled in. I guess Mama Nature decided to spice up her Halloween party a bit with a wild escape to go along with her witches and goblins and things. She could have been more attentive to that stubborn railroad gate.

They eventually gave us back our mattresses and some of our personal property, pictures and letters and such. I had no pictures or letters but I was glad to get back my box of junk which included my football; I hadn’t expected to get that back, the football. And when they finally let us out of our cells again for recreation I resumed my passion for kicking out light bulbs.

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