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THE HORN OF FAME.
"Bet he won't come back!" said Sam.
"Well, he might." "Well, if he does and he hasn't got any horn, I got a right to call him anything I want to, and he's got to stand it.

And if he doesn't come back," Sam continued, as by the code, "then I got a right to call him whatever I like next time I ketch him out." "I expect he'll have SOME kind of ole horn, maybe," said Penrod.
"No," the skeptical Sam insisted, "he won't." But Roddy did.

Twenty minutes elapsed, and both the waiting boys had decided that they were legally entitled to call him whatever they thought fitting, when he burst in, puffing; and in his hands he bore a horn.

It was a "real" one, and of a kind that neither Penrod nor Sam had ever seen before, though they failed to realize this, because its shape was instantly familiar to them.