Seth seized him by the shoulders.
"Quit that foolishness, d'you hear ?" he snarled.

"Quit it, and answer me!" The answer was prefaced by a pitying shake of the head.
"It's the mosquitoes," observed the young man, musingly.

"They get through and puncture the brain after a time, I presume.

I'm not surprised exactly, but," with a sigh, "I'm very sorry." "What are you talkin' about," demanded Atkins.

"Be you crazy ?" "No-o.