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Verman endeavoured to oblige, though giggles continued to leak from him at intervals, and the three boys stole along the fence in single file, proceeding in this fashion until they reached Penrod's own front gate. Here the leader ascertained, by a reconnaissance as far as the corner, that the hostile forces were still looking for them in another direction.
"Look there!" exclaimed Penrod. "You haven't got any finger!" "I mum map," said Verman, with egregious pride. "HE done 'at," interpreted Herman, chuckling. "Yessuh; done chop 'er spang off, long 'go. He's a playin' wif a ax an' I lay my finguh on de do'-sill an' I say, 'Verman, chop 'er off! So Verman he chop 'er right spang off up to de roots! Yessuh." "What FOR?" "Jes' fo' nothin'."
He had never before seen one, and only the lure of further conversation on the part of Verman brought him from the window. "Verman say tell you 'bout pappy," explained Herman. "Mammy an' Queenie move in town an' go git de house all fix up befo' pappy git out." "Out of where?" "Jail.
And a 'cross-shoulder glance, at the corner, revealing Verman and Herman in pursuit, the latter waving his scythe overhead, Mr.
Something had prompted them to linger in the alley in the vicinity of the shack, and it was to this fated edifice that Mr. Williams, with demoniac justice, brought Sam for the deed he had in mind. Herman and Verman listened awe-stricken to what went on within the shack. Then, before it was over, they crept away and down the alley toward their own home.
But if they had understood him, Penrod and Sam might have considered his inquiry of instant importance, for Herman's last shout was to ask if either of them had noticed "where Verman went." Verman and Verman's whereabouts were, at this hour, of no more concern to Sam and Penrod than was the other side of the moon.
These phenomena could be intensified in picturesqueness, the boys discovered, by rocking the cage a little, tapping it with a hammer, or raking the bars with a stick. Altogether, Gipsy was having a lively afternoon. There came a vigorous rapping on the alley door of the stable, and Verman was admitted. "Yay, Verman!" cried Sam Williams. "Come and look at our good ole panther!"
We'll make spears for our good ole beaters, too, and I'm goin' to make me a camera out o' that little starch-box and a bakin'-powder can that's goin' to be a mighty good ole camera. We can do lots more things " "Yay!" Sam cried. "Let's get started!" He paused. "Wait a minute, Penrod. Verman says he won't " "Well, he's got to!" said Penrod. "I momp!" Verman insisted, almost distinctly.
This was directly across the alley from the Schofields' stable, and they were horrified at the sounds that issued from the interior of the stable store-room. It was the St. Bartholomew's Eve of that neighbourhood. "Man, man!" said Herman, shaking his head. "Glad I ain' no white boy!" Verman seemed gloomily to assent. Penrod and Sam made a gloomy discovery one morning in mid-October.
You're a pris'ner, and it's the rule you can't holler or nothin'. You unnerstand that, Verman?" "Aw wi," said Verman. "Then go on in there. Hurry!" The obedient Verman marched into the closet and sat down among the shoes and slippers, where he presented an interesting effect of contrast.
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