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"
Just
as
yesterday
,
"
Doctor
Jackson
said
.
"
No
change
one
way
or
the
other
.
"
"
Then
he
can
go
on
standing
it
?
"
Warden
Atherton
queried
.
"
Without
a
quiver
.
The
next
twenty-four
hours
as
easy
as
the
last
.
He
's
a
wooz
,
I
tell
you
,
a
perfect
wooz
.
If
I
did
n't
know
it
was
impossible
,
I
'd
say
he
was
doped
.
"
"
I
know
his
dope
,
"
said
the
Warden
.
"
It
's
that
cursed
will
of
his
.
I
'd
bet
,
if
he
made
up
his
mind
,
that
he
could
walk
barefoot
across
red-hot
stones
,
like
those
Kanaka
priests
from
the
South
Seas
.
"
Now
perhaps
it
was
the
word
"
priests
"
that
I
carried
away
with
me
through
the
darkness
of
another
flight
in
time
.
Perhaps
it
was
the
cue
.
More
probably
it
was
a
mere
coincidence
.
At
any
rate
I
awoke
,
lying
upon
a
rough
rocky
floor
,
and
found
myself
on
my
back
,
my
arms
crossed
in
such
fashion
that
each
elbow
rested
in
the
palm
of
the
opposite
hand
.
As
I
lay
there
,
eyes
closed
,
half
awake
,
I
rubbed
my
elbows
with
my
palms
and
found
that
I
was
rubbing
prodigious
calluses
.
There
was
no
surprise
in
this
.
I
accepted
the
calluses
as
of
long
time
and
a
matter
of
course
.
I
opened
my
eyes
.
My
shelter
was
a
small
cave
,
no
more
than
three
feet
in
height
and
a
dozen
in
length
.
It
was
very
hot
in
the
cave
.
Perspiration
noduled
the
entire
surface
of
my
body
.
Now
and
again
several
nodules
coalesced
and
formed
tiny
rivulets
.
I
wore
no
clothing
save
a
filthy
rag
about
the
middle
.
My
skin
was
burned
to
a
mahogany
brown
.
I
was
very
thin
,
and
I
contemplated
my
thinness
with
a
strange
sort
of
pride
,
as
if
it
were
an
achievement
to
be
so
thin
.
Especially
was
I
enamoured
of
my
painfully
prominent
ribs
.
The
very
sight
of
the
hollows
between
them
gave
me
a
sense
of
solemn
elation
,
or
,
rather
,
to
use
a
better
word
,
of
sanctification
.
My
knees
were
callused
like
my
elbows
.
I
was
very
dirty
.
My
beard
,
evidently
once
blond
,
but
now
a
dirt-stained
and
streaky
brown
,
swept
my
midriff
in
a
tangled
mass
.
My
long
hair
,
similarly
stained
and
tangled
,
was
all
about
my
shoulders
,
while
wisps
of
it
continually
strayed
in
the
way
of
my
vision
so
that
sometimes
I
was
compelled
to
brush
it
aside
with
my
hands
.
For
the
most
part
,
however
,
I
contented
myself
with
peering
through
it
like
a
wild
animal
from
a
thicket
.
Just
at
the
tunnel-like
mouth
of
my
dim
cave
the
day
reared
itself
in
a
wall
of
blinding
sunshine
.
After
a
time
I
crawled
to
the
entrance
,
and
,
for
the
sake
of
greater
discomfort
,
lay
down
in
the
burning
sunshine
on
a
narrow
ledge
of
rock
.
It
positively
baked
me
,
that
terrible
sun
,
and
the
more
it
hurt
me
the
more
I
delighted
in
it
,
or
in
myself
rather
,
in
that
I
was
thus
the
master
of
my
flesh
and
superior
to
its
claims
and
remonstrances
.
When
I
found
under
me
a
particularly
sharp
,
but
not
too
sharp
,
rock-projection
,
I
ground
my
body
upon
the
point
of
it
,
rowelled
my
flesh
in
a
very
ecstasy
of
mastery
and
of
purification
.
