“When do you want to make the—the experiment—the effort?”
“To-day—right away, soon as we’ve had something to eat.”
“All right, Bob,”—with a smile and a shake of the head,—“but—”
“But what?”
“Nothing. We’ll have breakfast and be off. It’s coming daylight, and the factories will be running full blast in an hour from now.”
“More pills for breakfast, I reckon,” Bob grumbled surlily.
“More tablets and pellets,” Fitz Mee grinned, rubbing his hands together and rolling his pop eyes.
“Huh!” the boy grunted ungraciously. “I wish you folks cooked and ate food like civilized people. I’m getting tired of nothing but pills. I can’t stand it very long—that’s all.”
“You’ll get used to it,” the goblin said, consolingly.
“Used to it!” the boy snorted angrily. “Yes, I’ll get used to it like the old man’s cow got used to living on sawdust; about the time she was getting used to it she died.” But he accepted the pellets and tablets his companion offered him, and meekly swallowed them. Then they caught up their caps and left the house.