"We got to get along without any tied-up calf--that's certain! But I got to take those fortygraphs SOME way or other!" "Me an' Verman aw ready begin 'at beatin'," Herman suggested.

"You tole us we the beaters." "Well, wait a minute," said Penrod, whose feeling for realism in drama was always alert.

"I want to get a mighty good pitcher o' that ole panther this time." As he spoke, he threw open the wide door intended for the delivery of hay into the loft from the alley below.

"Now, bring the cage over here by this door so's I can get a better light; it's gettin' kind of dark over where the jungle is.

We'll pretend there isn't any cage there, and soon as I get him fortygraphed, I'll holler, 'Shoot, men!' Then you must shoot, Sam--and Herman, you and Verman must hammer on the cage with your spears, and holler: 'Hoo! Hoo!' and pretend you're spearin' him." "Well, we aw ready!" said Herman.