"What part did you take in this game?"
"It wu—wu—wasn't a game!"
"Well, what was it?"
"It was a mu—mu—mellerdrammer!"
Sube's father was becoming desperate. He had tried kindness without effect. Something must be done before it was too late. Perhaps intimidation would get something out of the boy.
"Sube," he began sternly, "I may as well tell you that you have been poisoned by something you have put into your stomach! If you will only tell me what it is perhaps I can save your life! If not, there's no telling what may happen! Now, what have you been eating this afternoon?"
But Sube was in the state where he would not thank anybody for saving his life. His response was listless.
At this moment Mrs. Cane, who with Annie had been in constant attendance at the bedside of Cathead, whose malady seemed to be much more active than Sube's, came into the room.