“One of ’em kinda catch you?” prompted Burke.
“Yeah,” said Monty, sucking his thumb; “the big one sorta got me.”
“How big are they?”
“One’s ’bout eleven feet long. Ugly. Haven’t been fed. Been keeping them asleep with ‘coke.’ Just run out of the dope.”
“Well, let me see their scales,” Burke insisted.
Two electric lights were rigged up and held in the opening so that Burke and others might have a glimpse of the interior of the box.
Monty was stirring up the blankets as though some monstrous reptile were there.
“Come, come!” said Burke. “If you don’t pull that comforter off that boa constrictor I will.”
Then the covering was yanked off and the men on top of the box looked directly into the cherubic face of another grinning boy. Simultaneously another heap of cov[Pg 66]ers back of Montague was thrown off and a third head revealed.
“Those are the pythons, are they?”