“Shut up, this isn’t funny,” growled Osceola. “Do you want that guy in there to hear and spoil everything?” He leaned close to Sanborn. “It’s hardly ever necessary to let a low-class white feel the flame. This fellow screamed when I lit the match, and again when I put the _unlighted end_ between his toes. You see? You just make a lengthy explanation of what is going to happen to him before you start. His imagination does the rest.”