Morris had already escaped from several prisons—but Alcatraz was different. Security was extremely tight, with guards counting the inmates many times each day and night. To deceive the guards, Morris and his friends made dummy heads.
On the night of their escape, the men tucked the fake heads into their beds. In the low light, the heads looked real.
Now, as darkness descended over Alcatraz, everything was ready—well, almost.
At the last minute, West was unable to get out of his cell. Morris and the Anglin brothers left without him. They wriggled out of their cells, climbed up plumbing pipes, and stepped onto the roof. Then they crawled across quietly and scrambled down a drainpipe.
Finally, the men were out.
The salty breeze from San Francisco Bay blew against their faces. The men still had to climb a 15-foot fence and survive the shark-infested waters of the bay. Land was more than a mile away.
Inmates had made it this far before, only to drown—or go back because of the dangerous waves. Morris took a deep breath. Could he and his friends pull off the most daring escape in the history of Alcatraz?