T'other two said they'd be blessed if they do it, an' they didn't; but I kept wearin' into mine to warm up, you know.

An' then the guardians come, an' t'other chaps got run in for fourteen days, an' the guardians, w'en they see wot I'd been doin', gives me a tanner each, five o' them, an' turns me up." The majority of these men, nay, all of them, I found, do not like the spike, and only come to it when driven in.

After the "rest up" they are good for two or three days and nights on the streets, when they are driven in again for another rest.

Of course, this continuous hardship quickly breaks their constitutions, and they realise it, though only in a vague way; while it is so much the common run of things that they do not worry about it.
"On the doss," they call vagabondage here, which corresponds to "on the road" in the United States.

The agreement is that kipping, or dossing, or sleeping, is the hardest problem they have to face, harder even than that of food.