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But
I
had
grown
too
used
to
the
jacket
during
my
incorrigible
days
to
let
a
single
jacketing
injure
me
.
Naturally
,
it
weakened
me
,
took
the
life
out
of
me
;
but
I
had
learned
muscular
tricks
for
stealing
a
little
space
while
they
were
lacing
me
.
At
the
end
of
the
first
hundred
hours
'
bout
I
was
worn
and
tired
,
but
that
was
all
.
Another
bout
of
this
duration
they
gave
me
,
after
a
day
and
a
night
to
recuperate
.
And
then
they
gave
one
hundred
and
fifty
hours
.
Much
of
this
time
I
was
physically
numb
and
mentally
delirious
.
Also
,
by
an
effort
of
will
,
I
managed
to
sleep
away
long
hours
.
Next
,
Warden
Atherton
tried
a
variation
.
I
was
given
irregular
intervals
of
jacket
and
recuperation
.
I
never
knew
when
I
was
to
go
into
the
jacket
.
Thus
I
would
have
ten
hours
'
recuperation
,
and
do
twenty
in
the
jacket
;
or
I
would
receive
only
four
hours
'
rest
.
At
the
most
unexpected
hours
of
the
night
my
door
would
clang
open
and
the
changing
guards
would
lace
me
.
Sometimes
rhythms
were
instituted
.
Thus
,
for
three
days
and
nights
I
alternated
eight
hours
in
the
jacket
and
eight
hours
out
.
And
then
,
just
as
I
was
growing
accustomed
to
this
rhythm
,
it
was
suddenly
altered
and
I
was
given
two
days
and
nights
straight
.
And
ever
the
eternal
question
was
propounded
to
me
:
Where
was
the
dynamite
?
Sometimes
Warden
Atherton
was
furious
with
me
.
On
occasion
,
when
I
had
endured
an
extra
severe
jacketing
,
he
almost
pleaded
with
me
to
confess
.
Once
he
even
promised
me
three
months
in
the
hospital
of
absolute
rest
and
good
food
,
and
then
the
trusty
job
in
the
library
.
Dr.
Jackson
,
a
weak
stick
of
a
creature
with
a
smattering
of
medicine
,
grew
sceptical
.
He
insisted
that
jacketing
,
no
matter
how
prolonged
,
could
never
kill
me
;
and
his
insistence
was
a
challenge
to
the
Warden
to
continue
the
attempt
.
"
These
lean
college
guys
'd
fool
the
devil
,
"
he
grumbled
.
"
They
're
tougher
'n
raw-hide
.
Just
the
same
we
'll
wear
him
down
.
Standing
,
you
hear
me
.
What
you
've
got
ai
n't
a
caution
to
what
you
're
going
to
get
.
You
might
as
well
come
across
now
and
save
trouble
.
I
'm
a
man
of
my
word
.
You
've
heard
me
say
dynamite
or
curtains
.
Well
,
that
stands
.
Take
your
choice
.
"
"
Surely
you
do
n't
think
I
'm
holding
out
because
I
enjoy
it
?
"
I
managed
to
gasp
,
for
at
the
moment
Pie-Face
Jones
was
forcing
his
foot
into
my
back
in
order
to
cinch
me
tighter
,
while
I
was
trying
with
my
muscle
to
steal
slack
.
"
There
is
nothing
to
confess
.
Why
,
I
'd
cut
off
my
right
hand
right
now
to
be
able
to
lead
you
to
any
dynamite
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
've
seen
your
educated
kind
before
,
"
he
sneered
.
"
You
get
wheels
in
your
head
,
some
of
you
,
that
make
you
stick
to
any
old
idea
.
You
get
baulky
,
like
horses
.
Tighter
,
Jones
;
that
ai
n't
half
a
cinch
.
Standing
,
if
you
do
n't
come
across
it
's
curtains
.
I
stick
by
that
.
"
One
compensation
I
learned
.
As
one
grows
weaker
one
is
less
susceptible
to
suffering
.
There
is
less
hurt
because
there
is
less
to
hurt
.
And
the
man
already
well
weakened
grows
weaker
more
slowly
.
It
is
of
common
knowledge
that
unusually
strong
men
suffer
more
severely
from
ordinary
sicknesses
than
do
women
or
invalids
.
As
the
reserves
of
strength
are
consumed
there
is
less
strength
to
lose
.
After
all
superfluous
flesh
is
gone
what
is
left
is
stringy
and
resistant
.
