MURRAY WILL BE DEAD.

I got the harmless one.

I can tell by the taste." And he put the pieces out into his hand, to show that he has chewed his'n up, not being willing to wait fifteen minutes fur a verdict from his digestive ornaments.

Then he put them pieces back into his mouth and chewed 'em up and swallered 'em down like he was eating cough drops.
Henry has got sweat breaking out all over his face, and he tries to make fur the door, but he falls down onto a sofa.
"This is murder," he says, weak-like.

And he tries to get up again, but this time he falls to the floor in a dead faint.
"It's a dern short fifteen minutes," I thinks to myself.