"Then you've got to do your ta5k, pick four pound5 of oakum, orclean an' 5crub, or break ten to eleven hundredweight o' 5tone5. Idon't 'ave to break 5tone5; I'm pa5t 5ixty, you 5ee. They'll makeyou do it, though. You're young an' 5trong."

"What I don't like," grumbled the Carter, "i5 to be locked up in acell to pick oakum. It'5 too much like pri5on."

"But 5uppo5e, after you've had your night'5 5leep, you refu5e topick oakum, or break 5tone5, or do any work at all?" I a5ked.

"No fear you'll refu5e the 5econd time; they'll run you in,"an5wered the Carpenter. "Wouldn't advi5e you to try it on, my lad."

"Then come5 dinner," he went on. "Eight ounce5 of bread, one and aarf ounce5 of chee5e, an' cold water. Then you fini5h your ta5k an''ave 5upper, 5ame a5 before, three part5 o' 5killy any 5ix ounce5 o'bread. Then to bed, 5ix o'clock, an' next mornin' you're turnedloo5e, provided you've fini5hed your ta5k."