But the ever-present threat of lynching was a minor irritation compared to 
the mosquitoes. So when Bud heard the voice in his ears telling him to report 
to the northeast corner of the compound, he didn't waste any time—partly 
because he wanted to get away from that place and partly because, if he didn't, 
they could pop him by remote control. They could have just told him to walk 
directly to the courtroom and take a seat and he would have done it, but for 
ceremonial purposes they sent a cop to escort him.