Jeering and cursing us, the guards ran in the fire-hoses and played the fierce streams on us, dungeon by dungeon, hour after hour, until our bruised flesh was battered all anew by the violence with which the water smote us, until we stood knee-deep in the water which we had raved for and for which now we raved to cease.
I shall skip the rest of what happened in the dungeons.

In passing I shall merely state that no one of those forty lifers was ever the same again.

Luigi Polazzo never recovered his reason.

Long Bill Hodge slowly lost his sanity, so that a year later, he, too, went to live in Bughouse Alley.

Oh, and others followed Hodge and Polazzo; and others, whose physical stamina had been impaired, fell victims to prison-tuberculosis.
Fully 25 per cent.