There was a silence. Ellyat lay on his back And watched the flies on the wall for quite a long time. “I wish I had a real newspaper,” said Bailey, “Not one of your Richmond wipers. By God, you know, Jack, When we get back home, I’ll read a newspaper, sometimes. I never was much at readin’ the newspaper But I’d like to read one now, say once in a while.” Ellyat laughed. “You know, Charley,” he said at last. “We’ve got to get out of this place.” Bailey joined in the laugh. Then he stopped and stared at the other with anxious eyes. “You don’t look crazy,” he said. “Stop countin’ those flies.” Ellyat raised himself on one arm. “No, honest, Charley, I mean it, damn it. We’ve got to get out of here. I know we can’t but we’ve got to.⁠ ⁠…” He swallowed dryly. “Look here⁠—” he said, “It just came over me then.