He had made practically no infractions of the prison rules, during his whole "bit." He had been quiet, obedient and industrious.

His work, in the brush factory, had always been well done; and though he had consistently refused to bear tales, to spy, to inform or be a stool-pigeon--the quickest means of winning favor in any prison--yet he had given no opportunity for savagery and violence to be applied to him.

Not even Flint's eager wish to have his jailers force him into rebellion had succeeded.

Realizing to the full the sort of tactics that would be used to break, and if possible to kill him, Gabriel had met them all with calm self-reliance and with a generalship that showed his brain and nerves were still unshaken.

On their own ground he had met these brutes, and he had beaten them at their own game.
Their attempt to make a "dope" out of him had ignominiously failed.