[HOLES_LOUIS SACHAR] Chapter 4-2.

Stanley had to remove his clothes in front of Mr. Sir, who made sure he wasn't hiding anything. He was then given two sets of clothes and a towel. Each set consisted of a long-sleeve orange jumpsuit, an orange T-shirt, and yellow socks. Stanley wasn't sure if the socks had been yellow originally. 

 He was also given white sneakers. an orange cap, and a canteen made of heavy plastic, which unfortunately was empty. The cap had a piece of cloth sewn on the back of it, for neck protection. 

 Stanley got dressed. The clothes smelled like soap.

 Mr. Sir told him he should wear one set to work in and one set for relaxation.  Laundry was done every three days. On that day his work clothes would be washed. Then the other set would become his work clothes, and he would get clean clothes to wear while resting.  

 "You are to dig one hole each day, including Saturdays and Sundays. Each hole must be five feet deep, and five feet across in every direction. Your shovel is your measuring stick. Breakfast is served at 4:30."

 Stanley must have looked surprised, because Mr. Sir went on to explain that they started early to avoid the hottest part of the day. "No one is going to baby-sit you," he added. "The longer it takes you to dig, the longer you will be out in the sun. If you dig up anything interesting, you are to report it to me or any other counselor. When you finish, the rest of the day is yours."

 Stanley nodded to show he understood. 

 "This isn't a Girl Scout camp," said Mr. Sir.

 He checked Stanley's backpack and allowed him to keep it. Then he led Stanley outside into the blazing heat. 

 "Take a good look around you," Mr. Sir said. "What do you see?"

 Stanley looked out across the vast wasteland. The air seemed thick with heat and dirt. "Not much," he said, then hastily added, "Mr. Sir."

 Mr. Sir laughed. "You see any guard towers?"

 "No, Mr. Sir."

 "There's no fence at all, is there?"

 "No, Mr. Sir."

 "You want to run away?" Mr. Sir asked him. 

 Stanley looked back at him, unsure what he meant. 

 "If you want to run away, go ahead, start running. I'm not going to stop you."

 Stanley didn't know what kind of game Mr. Sir was playing.

 "I see you're looking at my gun. Don't worry. I'm not going to shoot you." He tapped his holster. "This is for yellow-spotted lizards. I wouldn't waste a bullet on you."

 "I'm not going to run away," Stanley said.

 "Good thinking," said Mr. Sir. "Nobody runs away from here. We don't need a fence. Know why? Because we've got the only water for a hundred miles. You want to run away? You'll be buzzard food in three days."

 Stanley could see some kids dressed in orange and carrying shovels dragging themselves toward the tents.

 "You thirsty?" asked Mr. Sir. 

 "Yes, Mr. Sir," Stanley said gratefully. 

 "Well, you better get used to it. You're going to be thirsty for the next eighteen months."