text:  The ingenuity of our tormentors however prohibited our knowing any thing in the shape of indulgence; and in realisation of the dramatist's renowned _mot_ "traitors never sleep " the prison door was suddenly flung open--a drum rattled through the aisle--the whole body of the prisoners were ordered to stand forth and answer to their names; this ceremony concluding with the march of the whole night-guard into the chapel and their being ordered to load with ball-cartridge to give us the sufficient knowledge of what any attempt to escape would bring upon us in future