"Why don't you open a door or window and let in some air?" asked Bert.
"Aw, go to sleep!" advised Sandy.
"Nice old dive you've got here!" Bert went on. "Here I've walked about nineteen thousand miles to find a boy named Sandy and a boy named Will, and a boy named Tommy, and a boy named George, and when I find them they shut me up in a rotten old morgue."
"How'd you come to ask for Sandy?" demanded the boy.
"The name struck me as being funny!" was the reply. "Where are the others? Are you here alone?"
"George is over there on the floor," replied Sandy. "Ring off, now, and go to sleep! You're in no shape to talk."
"I remember something about getting a dip on the head," Bert said in a moment, evidently after long cogitation. "What was there about it?"
"You got it!" replied Sandy. "Go to sleep!"
"If you'll give me some more of that meat, I'll go to sleep!"
George pushed forward about half of one of the sandwiches and the boy began eating it greedily. In a moment, however, his arm dropped to his side and he appeared to be unconscious again.