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The
men
are
ready
to
make
the
break
.
We
can
catch
them
red-handed
.
It
is
up
to
me
to
set
the
time
.
I
'll
tell
them
two
o'clock
to-night
and
tell
them
that
,
with
the
guards
doped
,
I
'll
unlock
their
cells
and
give
them
their
automatics
.
If
,
at
two
o'clock
to-night
,
you
do
n't
catch
the
forty
I
shall
name
with
their
clothes
on
and
wide
awake
,
then
,
Captain
,
you
can
give
me
solitary
for
the
rest
of
my
sentence
.
And
with
Standing
and
the
forty
tight
in
the
dungeons
,
we
'll
have
all
the
time
in
the
world
to
locate
the
dynamite
.
"
"
If
we
have
to
tear
the
prison
down
stone
by
stone
,
"
Captain
Jamie
added
valiantly
.
That
was
six
years
ago
.
In
all
the
intervening
time
they
have
never
found
that
non-existent
explosive
,
and
they
have
turned
the
prison
upside-down
a
thousand
times
in
searching
for
it
.
Nevertheless
,
to
his
last
day
in
office
Warden
Atherton
believed
in
the
existence
of
that
dynamite
.
Captain
Jamie
,
who
is
still
Captain
of
the
Yard
,
believes
to
this
day
that
the
dynamite
is
somewhere
in
the
prison
.
Only
yesterday
,
he
came
all
the
way
up
from
San
Quentin
to
Folsom
to
make
one
more
effort
to
get
me
to
reveal
the
hiding-place
.
I
know
he
will
never
breathe
easy
until
they
swing
me
off
.
All
that
day
I
lay
in
the
dungeon
cudgelling
my
brains
for
the
reason
of
this
new
and
inexplicable
punishment
.
All
I
could
conclude
was
that
some
stool
had
lied
an
infraction
of
the
rules
on
me
in
order
to
curry
favour
with
the
guards
.
Meanwhile
Captain
Jamie
fretted
his
head
off
and
prepared
for
the
night
,
while
Winwood
passed
the
word
along
to
the
forty
lifers
to
be
ready
for
the
break
.
And
two
hours
after
midnight
every
guard
in
the
prison
was
under
orders
.
This
included
the
day-shift
which
should
have
been
asleep
.
When
two
o'clock
came
,
they
rushed
the
cells
occupied
by
the
forty
.
The
rush
was
simultaneous
.
The
cells
were
opened
at
the
same
moment
,
and
without
exception
the
men
named
by
Winwood
were
found
out
of
their
bunks
,
fully
dressed
,
and
crouching
just
inside
their
doors
.
Of
course
,
this
was
verification
absolute
of
all
the
fabric
of
lies
that
the
poet-forger
had
spun
for
Captain
Jamie
.
The
forty
lifers
were
caught
in
red-handed
readiness
for
the
break
.
What
if
they
did
unite
,
afterward
,
in
averring
that
the
break
had
been
planned
by
Winwood
?
The
Prison
Board
of
Directors
believed
,
to
a
man
,
that
the
forty
lied
in
an
effort
to
save
themselves
.
The
Board
of
Pardons
likewise
believed
,
for
,
ere
three
months
were
up
,
Cecil
Winwood
,
forger
and
poet
,
most
despicable
of
men
,
was
pardoned
out
.
Oh
,
well
,
the
stir
,
or
the
pen
,
as
they
call
it
in
convict
argot
,
is
a
training
school
for
philosophy
.
No
inmate
can
survive
years
of
it
without
having
had
burst
for
him
his
fondest
illusions
and
fairest
metaphysical
bubbles
.
Truth
lives
,
we
are
taught
;
murder
will
out
.
Well
,
this
is
a
demonstration
that
murder
does
not
always
come
out
.
The
Captain
of
the
Yard
,
the
late
Warden
Atherton
,
the
Prison
Board
of
Directors
to
a
man
--
all
believe
,
right
now
,
in
the
existence
of
that
dynamite
that
never
existed
save
in
the
slippery-geared
and
all
too-accelerated
brain
of
the
degenerate
forger
and
poet
,
Cecil
Winwood
.
And
Cecil
Winwood
still
lives
,
while
I
,
of
all
men
concerned
,
the
utterest
,
absolutist
,
innocentest
,
go
to
the
scaffold
in
a
few
short
weeks
.
*
*
*
*
*
And
now
I
must
tell
how
entered
the
forty
lifers
upon
my
dungeon
stillness
.
I
was
asleep
when
the
outer
door
to
the
corridor
of
dungeons
clanged
open
and
aroused
me
.
"
Some
poor
devil
,
"
was
my
thought
;
and
my
next
thought
was
that
he
was
surely
getting
his
,
as
I
listened
to
the
scuffling
of
feet
,
the
dull
impact
of
blows
on
flesh
,
the
sudden
cries
of
pain
,
the
filth
of
curses
,
and
the
sounds
of
dragging
bodies
.
For
,
you
see
,
every
man
was
man-handled
all
the
length
of
the
way
.
Dungeon-door
after
dungeon-door
clanged
open
,
and
body
after
body
was
thrust
in
,
flung
in
,
or
dragged
in
.
And
continually
more
groups
of
guards
arrived
with
more
beaten
convicts
who
still
were
being
beaten
,
and
more
dungeon-doors
were
opened
to
receive
the
bleeding
frames
of
men
who
were
guilty
of
yearning
after
freedom
.
