"Stiff as corpses," was the brutal answer. "I tell you, that dope did the business."
"Are any of them dead?" asked Dan Baxter, hoarsely.
"I don't think so," was the careless answer. "No, they are all breathing," went on Pold.
Sack Todd came down, followed by the mate of the Dogstar, and all gazed coldly at the four youths lying on the hard floor around the machinery. Dan Baxter remained at the top of the ladder, shaking as if with the palsy.
"How long do you calculate they'll remain in this condition?" asked
Todd, turning to Pold.
"Ten or twelve hours at least," was the answer. "And maybe they won't get over it for twenty-four."
"Any bad effects?"
"Well, sometimes that dope paralyzes a man's tongue for six months or a year."
"Phew! That's pretty rough."
"Once in a great while the paralysis doesn't go away at all."