No, uncle, Augustus and I have made up our minds.

His life and health are too precious; he must be spared for the grand work that we are to do together.

No, Uncle Ansel, he shall NOT fly.' "Did you ever see a cat in a fit?
That was the professor just then, so Nate said.

He tried to wave his sprained wrists and couldn't; tried to stamp his foot and found it too lame.

But his eyeglasses flashed sparks and his tongue spit fire.
"'Are you goin' to start that machine ?' he screams at the blue-white, shaky Augustus.
"'No, Professor Dixland,' stammers Gus.