"The insides smell something like castor oil, but they don't look at all oily."
"I'll bet they taste oily."
"Stump you to eat one!"
"Huh! It doesn't bother me to take castor oil. I can eat anything!" To prove his boast, he plumped one white bean into his mouth, and chewed it down with apparent relish.
Billiard watched him with eagle eyes to see that he actually did swallow it, then held out another, and Toady obediently munched it. Three, four, five,—bean by bean they disappeared down his throat; but at last he rebelled.
"You hain't tasted one, Billiard McKittrick! How many do you think you are going to feed me?"
The brother laughed derisively. "Wanted to see how big a fool you was," he jeered. "Thought you were going to eat all there were on the bush."
Toady made no reply. The beans tasted anything but appetizing, and already the boy was beginning to feel queer.
"Sure you don't want some more?" teased Billiard.
"No. Guess I'll go home."