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From
the
standpoint
of
the
authorities
,
their
situation
was
as
desperate
as
ours
.
As
I
learned
afterward
,
the
Board
of
Prison
Directors
had
been
summoned
by
telegraph
,
and
two
companies
of
state
militia
were
being
rushed
to
the
prison
.
It
was
winter
weather
,
and
the
frost
is
sometimes
shrewd
even
in
a
California
winter
.
We
had
no
blankets
in
the
dungeons
.
Please
know
that
it
is
very
cold
to
stretch
bruised
human
flesh
on
frosty
stone
.
In
the
end
they
did
give
us
water
.
Jeering
and
cursing
us
,
the
guards
ran
in
the
fire-hoses
and
played
the
fierce
streams
on
us
,
dungeon
by
dungeon
,
hour
after
hour
,
until
our
bruised
flesh
was
battered
all
anew
by
the
violence
with
which
the
water
smote
us
,
until
we
stood
knee-deep
in
the
water
which
we
had
raved
for
and
for
which
now
we
raved
to
cease
.
I
shall
skip
the
rest
of
what
happened
in
the
dungeons
.
In
passing
I
shall
merely
state
that
no
one
of
those
forty
lifers
was
ever
the
same
again
.
Luigi
Polazzo
never
recovered
his
reason
.
Long
Bill
Hodge
slowly
lost
his
sanity
,
so
that
a
year
later
,
he
,
too
,
went
to
live
in
Bughouse
Alley
.
Oh
,
and
others
followed
Hodge
and
Polazzo
;
and
others
,
whose
physical
stamina
had
been
impaired
,
fell
victims
to
prison-tuberculosis
.
Fully
25
per
cent
.
of
the
forty
have
died
in
the
succeeding
six
years
.
After
my
five
years
in
solitary
,
when
they
took
me
away
from
San
Quentin
for
my
trial
,
I
saw
Skysail
Jack
.
I
could
see
little
,
for
I
was
blinking
in
the
sunshine
like
a
bat
,
after
five
years
of
darkness
;
yet
I
saw
enough
of
Skysail
Jack
to
pain
my
heart
.
It
was
in
crossing
the
Prison
Yard
that
I
saw
him
.
His
hair
had
turned
white
.
He
was
prematurely
old
.
His
chest
had
caved
in
.
His
cheeks
were
sunken
.
His
hands
shook
as
with
palsy
.
He
tottered
as
he
walked
.
And
his
eyes
blurred
with
tears
as
he
recognized
me
,
for
I
,
too
,
was
a
sad
wreck
of
what
had
once
been
a
man
.
I
weighed
eighty-seven
pounds
.
My
hair
,
streaked
with
gray
,
was
a
five-years
'
growth
,
as
were
my
beard
and
moustache
.
And
I
,
too
,
tottered
as
I
walked
,
so
that
the
guards
helped
to
lead
me
across
that
sun-blinding
patch
of
yard
.
And
Skysail
Jack
and
I
peered
and
knew
each
other
under
the
wreckage
.
Men
such
as
he
are
privileged
,
even
in
a
prison
,
so
that
he
dared
an
infraction
of
the
rules
by
speaking
to
me
in
a
cracked
and
quavering
voice
.
"
You
're
a
good
one
,
Standing
,
"
he
cackled
.
"
You
never
squealed
.
"
"
But
I
never
knew
,
Jack
,
"
I
whispered
back
--
I
was
compelled
to
whisper
,
for
five
years
of
disuse
had
well-nigh
lost
me
my
voice
.
"
I
do
n't
think
there
ever
was
any
dynamite
.
"
"
That
's
right
,
"
he
cackled
,
nodding
his
head
childishly
.
"
Stick
with
it
.
Do
n't
ever
let
'm
know
.
You
're
a
good
one
.
I
take
my
hat
off
to
you
,
Standing
.
You
never
squealed
.
"
And
the
guards
led
me
on
,
and
that
was
the
last
I
saw
of
Skysail
Jack
.
It
was
plain
that
even
he
had
become
a
believer
in
the
dynamite
myth
.
