They laced me tightly, and gave me a hundred hours.

Once each twenty-four hours I was permitted a drink of water.

I had no desire for food, nor was food offered me.

Toward the end of the hundred hours Jackson, the prison doctor, examined my physical condition several times.
But I had grown too used to the jacket during my incorrigible days to let a single jacketing injure me.

Naturally, it weakened me, took the life out of me; but I had learned muscular tricks for stealing a little space while they were lacing me.