There was a continuous howling, especially contributed to by those which had lain in the sun since early morning and had no water.

At times, all joined in, the control of the quietest breaking down before the wave of excitement and fear that swept spasmodically over all of them.

This howling, rising and falling, but never ceasing, continued throughout the night, and by morning all were suffering from the intolerable thirst.
The sun blazing down upon them in the white sand and almost parboiling them, brought anything but relief.

The circle of torturers formed about Jerry again, and again was wreaked upon him all abusive contempt for having lost his taboo.

What drove Jerry the maddest were not the blows and physical torment, but the laughter.