He broke the silence with a shout.
"_I_ know, Sam! I know what we'll do NOW! I just thought of it, and it's goin' to be sumpthing I bet there aren't any other boys in this town could do, because where would they get any good ole panther like we got, and Herman and Verman?
And they'd haf to have a dog, too--and we got our good ole Dukie, I guess.

I bet we have the greatest ole time this afternoon we ever had in our lives!" His enthusiasm roused the warm interest of Sam--and Verman, though Herman, remaining cold and suspicious, asked for details.
"An' I like to hear if it's sump'm'," he concluded, "what's go' git me my britches back outen 'at cistern!" "Well, it ain't exackly that," said Penrod.

"It's different from that.
What I'm thinkin' about, well, for us to have it the way it ought to be, so's you and Verman would look like natives--well, Verman ought to take off his britches, too." "Mo!" said Verman, shaking his head violently.

"Mo!" "Well, wait a minute, can't you ?" Sam Williams said.

"Give Penrod a chance to say what he wants to, first, can't you?
Go on, Penrod." "Well, you know, Sam," said Penrod, turning to this sympathetic auditor; "you remember that movin'-pitcher show we went to, 'Fortygraphing Wild Animals in the Jungle'.