The Tomahawk., 1917-12-20
Bv BOOTH HARRINGTON

Copyright, 1917, Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.)

ready Penrod's eyes began to fulfill his
hosts prediction. Adventures in an
other boys house are trying to the
!; nerves and another boys fathers bed
room, when invaded, has a. violated
sanctity that is almost appalling. Pen
rod felt that something was about to
happen-sonething much more import
ant than he had anticipated.
Sam tiptoed across the room to
chest of drawers, and, kneeling, care
fully pulled out the lowest drawer IN
til the surface Of it's contents-Mr.
Williams winter Fundamentally eX-
posed. Then he fumbled beneath the
garments and drew forth a large OBJ
ject, displaying it triumphantly to the
satisfactorily dumfounded Penrod.
It was a blue-steel Colts revolver,
Of the heaviest pattern made in the
seventies. Mr.. Williams had inherited
it from Sans grandfather Ga small
man, a deacon, dyspeptic) and it was
larger and more horrible than any re-
volver either Of the boys had ever seen
in any picture, moving or stationary.
Moreover, greenish bullets of great
size were to be seen in the chambers
of the cylinder, suggesting massacre
rather than mere murder. This revol-
yer was real and it was loaded!
Both boys lived breathlessly through
q magnificent moment.
leave me have it," gasped Penrod.
"Leave me have hold Of it
"You wait minutew Sam protest
ed, in whisper. II want to show you
how I do"
"NO; you let me show you how
Ior' Penrod insisted; and they scuftled
for possession.
"Look QUIT" Sam whispered warn
ingly. 1T might go off,
'Then you better leave me have 1t!
And Penrod victorious and flushed,
stepped back, the, weapon in his grasp.
"Here," he said, "this is the way do:
You be crook; and suppose you got
Il dagger, and -
Il don't want any dagger" Sam pro-
tested, advancing. II want that re-
volvcr. It's my fathers reyolaver,
amt it,"
''Well wait n minute, can't you? L
got right to show you the way do,
first, haven't ~ Penrod began an i'm
provisation on the spot. "Say I'm COM
in along after dark like this-look,
!. Sam! And say you try to make a
. jump at me-"
=, IT won't" Sam declined this role
irapatiently. II guess it amt your faith
. crs REVOLVER, is it?"
"Well, it may be your fathers but
it amt yours" Penrod argued, becom-
ing logical. ut amt others of US re-
volaver, so got as much right"
"You haven't either. It's my faith"
swatch, can't you-just a minute!'
Penrod urged vehemently. I'm not
gOin' to keep it, am I? You can have
it when I get through, can't you?
j., Here's how I do: Pm comm along af-
7 ter dark, just waikiki along this way
, like this-look, SAINT"
) Penrod, suiting the action to the
t word, walked to the other end of the
, room swinging the revolver at his side
with affected carelessneSs.
, 'sTm just waikiki along like this, and
| first don't see you," continued the &C.
tor. '"Then I kind of get notion
: sur1pthing wrongs liable to happen, SO
: T. No." He interrupted himself alb
= ruptly. "No; that isn't it. You wouldn't
notice that had my good ole revolaver
= with me. You wouldn't think had
one, because it'd be under my coat like
J this, and you wouldn't see it." Pen
rod stuck the muzzle of the pistol into
5 the waistband Of his knickerbOckers
at the left side and, buttoning his jack
ct, sustained the weapon In conceal
ment by pressure Of his elbow. $50
} you think I haven't got any; you think
I'm just man comm along, and so
you--"
Sam advanced. "Well, you've had
your turn" he said. snow, it's mine.
I'm goin' to show you how T."
l swatch me, can't you?" Penrod
walled. II haven't showed you how l
| do, have I? My goodness! Can't you
: watch me q minute?"
ct have been! You said yourself it'd
be my turn soon as YOU"
"My goodness! Let ME have a
chance, can't you?" Penrod retreatcd
to the wall, turning his right side to-
ward Sam and keeping the revolver
, still protected under his coat. II got
to have my turn first, haven't IT.
"Well, yours is over long ago"
1T isn't either! L"
Anyway" said Sam decidedly,
clutching him by the right shoulder
:. and endeavoring to resch his left side
=. Anyway, I'm goin' 10 have it now"
"You said I could have my turn
Quit" Penrod carried away by indig-
nation, raised his voice.
II did not" Sam, likewise lost to
caution, asserted his denial loudly.
, "YOu did, too"
"You said"
II never said anything!'
"You said Quit that!'
! "Boysr' Mrs. Williams, Sans moth
er, opened the door of the room and