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Of course such data was of no value after such a struggle. Dr. Gannon told me then I must be fed. Was stretched on bed, two doctors, matron, four colored prisoners present, Whittaker in hall. I was held down by five people at legs, arms, and head. I refused to open mouth. Gannon pushed tube up left nostril. I turned and twisted my head all I could, but he managed to push it up.
"You will be taken to a very unpleasant place if you don't stop this," was a favorite threat of the prison officials, as they would hint vaguely of the psychopathic ward, and St. Elizabeth's, the Government insane asylum. They alternately bullied and hinted. Another threat was "You will be forcibly fed immediately if you don't stop"-this from Dr. Gannon.
"Well, you just follow the road along until you come to the cabin where the red-haired lumberman lives Mike Gannon is his name and then you can ask him about the ragged coat and the papers. Stop and tell me about it on your way out." "We will," promised Russ and Laddie. Then Russ called to Zip: "Gid-dap!"
Clancy straightened, tried to collect what remained of his scattered wits and strength, poised himself and with a terrible blow, struck Jerry at the point of his chin. He went down with a crash, his head striking the floor, and remained motionless. Over him, one hand restraining Clancy, Gannon counted.
But they had by no means exhausted every possible facility for breaking down our resistance. I overheard the Commissioner say to Dr. Gannon on leaving, "Go ahead, take her and feed her." I was thereupon put upon a stretcher and carried into the psychopathic ward. There were two windows in the room. Dr. Gannon immediately ordered one window nailed from top to bottom.
His face was a little pale but he smiled cheerfully enough when he reached the ring. He shook hands with Gannon, whom he had met at Finnegan's, and then, with a show of real enjoyment, with Clancy conversing with a composure that left nothing to be desired. The crowd, like Jack and me, was comparing them.
He had such a benevolent, kindly face, and was so courtly in his bearing, and spoke with so soft and gentle a voice, that Oliver, who stood next to Simmons, lingered to listen. "Oh, my dear Simmons," cried the old gentleman, "we missed you to-night. When are you coming back to us? The orchestra is really getting to be deplorable. Miss Gannon quite broke down in her song.
"It isn't so bad tramping in the summer, but in the winter it isn't so nice. You get cold and hungry." "I meant it's good 'cause you're the very one we want to see," went on Russ, who felt quite big and grown-up, now that he and Laddie had come this far alone. "Now where is the ragged coat?" "The ragged coat?" questioned Mr. Gannon. He did not seem to know what Laddie meant.
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