In solitary, in Cell One, Warden Atherton and Captain Jamie proceeded to put me to the inquisition.

As Warden Atherton said to me: "Standing, you're going to come across with that dynamite, or I'll kill you in the jacket.

Harder cases than you have come across before I got done with them.

You've got your choice--dynamite or curtains." "Then I guess it is curtains," I answered, "because I don't know of any dynamite." This irritated the Warden to immediate action.

"Lie down," he commanded.
I obeyed, for I had learned the folly of fighting three or four strong men.