THEN, I bet they wouldn't get him back so soon!" "Sick people ?" Sam repeated, not comprehending.
"It makes 'em go to sleep, no matter what you do to 'em," Penrod explained.

"That's the main and simple reason they can't wake up, and you can cut off their ole legs--or their arms, or anything you want to." "Hoy!" exclaimed Verman, in a serious tone.

His laughter ceased instantly, and he began to utter a protest sufficiently intelligible.
"You needn't worry," Penrod said gloomily.

"We haven't got any o' that stuff; so we can't do it." "Well, we got to do sumpthing," Sam said.
His comrade agreed, and there was a thoughtful silence; but presently Penrod's countenance brightened.
"I know!" he exclaimed.

"_I_ know what we'll do with him.