Another chair was brought, and in time that chair was demolished.

But more chairs were brought, and the eternal questioning about the dynamite went on.
When Warden Atherton grew tired, Captain Jamie relieved him; and then the guard Monohan took Captain Jamie's place in smashing me down into the chair.

And always it was dynamite, dynamite, "Where is the dynamite ?" and there was no dynamite.

Why, toward the last I would have given a large portion of my immortal soul for a few pounds of dynamite to which I could confess.
I do not know how many chairs were broken by my body.

I fainted times without number, and toward the last the whole thing became nightmarish.