The thousands of convict-workers had remained locked in their cells, and the outlook was that not one of the various prison-factories would be operated again until after the discovery of some dynamite that somebody had hidden somewhere in the prison.
And ever the examination went on.

Ever, one at a time, convicts were dragged away and dragged or carried back again.

They reported that Warden Atherton and Captain Jamie, exhausted by their efforts, relieved each other every two hours.

While one slept, the other examined.

And they slept in their clothes in the very room in which strong man after strong man was being broken.
And hour by hour, in the dark dungeons, our madness of torment grew.