I showed him what a fool he was, and as a result he decided that I was a hopeless incorrigible.
Give a dog a bad name--you know the saw.

Very well.

Warden Atherton gave the final sanction to the badness of my name.

I was fair game.

More than one convict's dereliction was shunted off on me, and was paid for by me in the dungeon on bread and water, or in being triced up by the thumbs on my tip-toes for long hours, each hour of which was longer than any life I have ever lived.
Intelligent men are cruel.