“I don’t believe it; it can’t.”
“You down it and you’ll soon see.”
Bob took the tiny clear pellet and instantly announced:
“My thirst’s all gone, Fitz, and I feel fuller.”
“But you’re still a little lank—a little empty-like, eh?”
“A little, yes.”
“Well, I’ll fix you. Take this.”
“Oh, stop,” the boy demurred. “I’m not going to take all the pills in that case.”
“This is the last dose I’ll ask you to take,” the goblin returned, batting his eyes at a bright flash of lightning from the rapidly approaching storm.
“Well, what is it?” Bob demanded, dodging the sharp clap of thunder almost immediately following the lightning.