There was worse to come, and he alone of all the gang was ignorant of it.

Very merciful was the confusion of tongues which hid that knowledge from him for a few hours.
At length they were marched back half a mile and turned into a barn, narrower than their shelter of the previous night.

Nor was there any straw in it.

They slept on the hard bricks, pillowing their heads on each other's legs, or lay awake and listened to their fellows' moans.
Two sentries with loaded muskets kept guard by the door, and looked in whenever a chain clanked or some unfortunate began to rave in his sleep.

Before morning a third of the gang was sickening for rheumatic fever or typhus.