een, but as
it was, he was merely deprived of his bed, as a punishment for tampering
with the window.

As soon as he had recovered from his fright and an illness which
followed, he returned to his digging. It was necessary for him to bore
under the subterranean gallery of the principal rampart, which was a
distance of thirty-seven feet, and to get outside the foundation of the
rampart. Beyond that was a door leading to the second rampart. Trenck
was forced to work naked, for fear of raising the suspicions of the
officials by his dirty clothes, but in spite of all his precautions and
the wilful blindness of his guards, who as usual were on his side, all
was at length discovered. His hole was filled up, and a year's work
lost.

The next torture invented for him was worse than any that had gone
before. He was visited and awakened every quarter of an hour, in order
that he might not set to work in the night. This lasted for four years,
during part of which time Trenck employed himself in writing verses and
making drawings on his tin cups, after the manner of all prisoners, and
in writing books with his blood, as ink was forbidden. We are again left
in ignorance as to how he got paper. He also began to scoop out another
hole, but was discovered afresh, though nothing particular seems to have
been done to him, partly owing to the kindness of the new governor, who
soon afterwards died.

It had been arranged by his friends that for the space of one year
horses should be ready for him at a certain place, on the first and
fifteenth of every month. Inspired by this thought, he turned to his
burrowing with renewed vigour, and worked away at every moment when he
thought he could do so unseen. One day, however, when he had reached
some distance, he dislodged a large stone which blocked up the opening
towards his cell. His terror was frightful. Not only was the air
suffocating and the darkness dreadful, but he knew that if any of the
guards were unexpectedly to come into his cell, the opening must be
discovered, and all his toil again lost. For eight hours he stayed in
the tunnel paralysed by fear. Then he roused himself, and by dint of
superhuman struggles managed to open a passage on one side of the stone,
and to reach his cell, which for once appeared to him as a haven of
rest.

Soon after this the war ended with the Peace of Paris (1763), and
Trenck's hopes of release seemed likely to be realised. He procured
money from his