“You’ll starve if you don’t eat.”
“I’d rather starve than take pills.”
“Nonsense!”
“I would!”
“It won’t take you but a second to swallow ’em, Bob,” Fitz Mee said coaxingly. “That’s one of the advantages of our kind of food; it don’t take long to eat a meal.”
“I never begrudged the time I spent in eating,” Bob remarked, with rather a sickly grin.
“Well, down the tablets—that’s a good boy.”
“Are those—those things all you’ve got to eat?”
“Yes.”