They dragged him off, but he croaked two days afterward in hospital.

He was cooked to the bone.

And to the end he swore he'd never felt the heat.
Couldn't get a squeal out of him." "We'll make Standing squeal," said the Warden.
"Since you are so sure of it, why don't you accept my proposition ?" I challenged.
The Warden was so angry that it would have been ludicrous to me had I not been in so desperate plight.

His face was convulsed.

He clenched his hands, and, for a moment, it seemed that he was about to fall upon me and give me a beating.