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Naturally, it had not seemed necessary to remove the lawn-mower. The frantic eye of Verman fell upon the lawn-mower, and instantly he leaped to its handle. Shrilling a wordless war-cry, he charged, propelling the whirling, deafening knives straight upon the prone legs of Rupe Collins. The lawn-mower was sincerely intended to pass longitudinally over the body of Mr.
He began to feel lively and rolled the more; in every way he convinced Penrod that dogs have no regard for appearances. Also, having discovered an ex-fish near the Herman and Verman cottage, Duke confirmed an impression of Penrod's that dogs have a peculiar fancy in the matter of odours that they like to wear. Growing livelier and livelier, Duke now wished to play with his master.
THEN, I bet they wouldn't get him back so soon!" "Sick people?" Sam repeated, not comprehending. "It makes 'em go to sleep, no matter what you do to 'em," Penrod explained. "That's the main and simple reason they can't wake up, and you can cut off their ole legs or their arms, or anything you want to." "Hoy!" exclaimed Verman, in a serious tone.
"Don' git mad," begged the small darky, while a number of blows falling upon his warding arms failed to abate his amusement, and a sound one upon the cheek only made him laugh the more unrestrainedly. He behaved exactly as if Penrod were tickling him, and his brother, Verman, rolled with joy in a wheelbarrow. Penrod pummelled till he was tired, and produced no greater effect.
Gone, all gone, were his little artifices for attracting the general attention to himself; gone was every engaging mannerism which had endeared him to the mercurial public. He squatted against the wall and glowered at the new sensation. It was the old story the old, old story of too much temperament: Verman was suffering from artistic jealousy.
And the three boys mounted the stairs to the floor above in silence save for a belated giggle on the part of Verman, which was restrained upon a terrible gesture from Penrod. Verman buried his mouth as deeply as possible in a ragged sleeve, and confined his demonstrations to a heaving of the stomach and diaphragm.
Collins stepped backward, holding his left hand over his nose, and striking at Herman with his right. Then Verman hit him with the rake. Verman struck from behind. He struck as hard as he could. And he struck with the tines down For, in his simple, direct African way he wished to kill his enemy, and he wished to kill him as soon as possible. That was his single, earnest purpose.
"Come on, Verman," said Herman. "We ain' go' 'at stove-wood f' supper yit." Giggling reminiscently, the brothers disappeared leaving silence behind them in the carriage-house. Penrod and Sam retired slowly into the shadowy interior, each glancing, now and then, with a preoccupied air, at the open, empty doorway where the late afternoon sunshine was growing ruddy.
But when Herman and Verman set to 't the record must be no more than a few fragments left by the expurgator. It has been perhaps sufficiently suggested that the altercation in Mr. Schofield's stable opened with mayhem in respect to the aggressor's nose. Expressing vocally his indignation and the extremity of his pained surprise, Mr.
You got to squat when we tell you to." Verman was agreeable. He squatted, and then began to laugh uproariously. "Stop that noise!" Penrod commanded. "You want to betray us? What you laughin' at?" "Ep mack im mimmup," Verman giggled. "What's he mean?" Sam asked. Penrod was more familiar with Verman's utterance, and he interpreted. "He says they'll get him back in a minute." "No, they won't.
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