“Alcatraz!” thought Jerry
O’Brian. He knew it was a dreadful prison. It was on a small island, in the
middle of San Francisco Bay. The sea was very, very cold and dangerous. No
visitors were allowed on the island Only very difficult criminals went to
Alcatraz. Jerry O’Brian was difficult! He always escaped from the prisons he was
in. But Alcatraz was different!
The police motor-boat stopped at the island and Jerry got off. He was the only prisoner on the boat.
“Welcome to Alcatraz hotel,” said a fat guard sarcastically. “The rooms are small, but
the food is good, I’m sure you will like it here, and you will stay for a long,
long time!” “You are wrong,” said Jerry. “I won’t stay here very long!”
“Ha, ha, ha. You can’t get out of this prison,” the guard laughed.
The guard gave Jerry a grey prison uniform and took him to a cell. I was very
small. There were two bunks, a washbasin a toilet and a very small window.
