I began to beg. How could anyone punish his brother man so? I said:
“I am human and have feeling. I do not deserve such hard treatment. I would work willingly if you would give me work that I can do. I can not do hard labor—I never did.”
“You will do what we see fit to give you to do, and if you are not willing, you go back to the rack.”
I could not stand the ordeal. On bended knees I begged for mercy, and the mercy shown me was a clubbing, and I was marched back to the rack.
“Now, sir, I will strap you, as I was ordered to do, and I will be around, perhaps, to see the other fellow untie you.”
As before, I was strapped with uplifted hands, and drawn from the floor to the tips of my toes. I was exhausted with fear, and as I was being tied, both feet together, I cried out: “God, have pity! Give me help and strength to stand this, for Thou, O Heavenly Father, dost know that I am innocent.”
I heard the heavy iron door close behind me, as I thought, for the last time. I could not see how I could ever withstand this punishment.
Suddenly I began to experience the peculiar feeling of dizziness that had come over me before. I felt my hands being loosened, then I knew nothing more. I lay I do not know how long. The first I remembered was when I again heard the door slam and over me stood the guard and the superintendent. I was told to get up. I obeyed, and the look on the faces of those men I shall never forget.
After I was questioned as to how I felt, the dizziness began again to come upon me. I was again taken back to “the carpet,” but this time with more of the feeling of sympathy than before.
“I am at a loss, sir, to know what to do with you,” said the superintendent. “I think that I shall have an investigation of your case and see if we can find why and what power you have, if any. I was an eye-witness to your being untied this time, and no one assisted. Invisible power is the only explanation I can make.”