He expected things like that upon Penrod or Sam Williams.

And as for Penrod himself, he had already forgotten that his nose was painted.
"Come on, Verman!" Verman continued to stare, not moving.

He had received such invitations before, and they had not always resulted to his advantage.

Within that stable things had happened to him the like of which he was anxious to avoid in the future.
"Oh, come ahead, Verman!" Penrod urged, and, divining logic in the reluctance confronting him, he added, "This ain't goin' to be anything like last time, Verman.

I got sumpthing just SPLENDUD for you to do!" Verman's expression hardened; he shook his head decisively.
"Mo," he said.
"Oh, COME on, Verman ?" Penrod pleaded.