“By all means,” was the professor’s reply. “Dey is fulled mit electricidy. Nobody hass ever explained chust how idt is, budt such is der fact. Try dem again undt maype you get annuder shock.”
But Tom wouldn’t. Dick, however, was game, and touched the wriggling mass in the net gingerly with his finger tips.
“Wow! I got another shock!” he yelled. “Say, by the arc-lights of antique Arabia, these eels ought to organize an electric railroad through the jungle.”
He broke out into rhyme at the thought:
“Some electric eels feeling quite jolly,
Said, ‘Let’s run a tropical trolley;
With a motorman monkey,
A sloth for his bunkie,
The eel-lectric trolley is jolly,
By golly!”