White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1918-02-17

! SOititAiilE Iflitiitlt anu liIfaituiuS III
the heavy blue steel.
Thus does the long-dreamed rea
misbehave-not only for Penrodl
More out of Il sense of duty TO bing-
ism in general than for any other rea-
son, he pointed the revolver nj the
lawn.mower, and gloomlly ~murinured,
Bling! ~
simultaneously, a low and cautious
voice sounded from the yard outside.
"Yay. Penrodr" and Sam Williams
darkened the doorway, his eye falling
instantly upon the weapon. in his
friends hand. Sam seemed relieved to
see ii.
"You didn't get caught with it, did
your he said hastily.
Penrod shook his head, rising.
II guess not. | guess I got some
brains around me-" he added. inspired
by Sans presence to assume n slight
swagger. '"They'd have to get mp pref
~ early to find any good ole revolayer,
once ! got my hands on it =
81 guess we can keep 1t, all right
Sam said confidentially. Because this
morning papa was putting on his win
I ter underclothes and he found II wasn't
there, and they looked all over n ev-
erywhere, and he was pretty mad, and
said.he knew 1t was those cheap plumb
ers stole II that got instead OF
the regular plumbers he always used to
have, and ne said there wasn't any
chance ever gettin' IL back, because
1-lfA ALL wHtnA m tnnE IL
and they'd all swear II wasn't them.
So It looks like we could keep 1t for
our revolaver, Penrod, don't II? I'll
give you half Of It,"
Penrod affected some enthusiasm
"Sam' wen keep II out here In the
stable"
"Yes, and Wen go huntin' with it.
Wen do lots of things with itf' But
Sam made no effort to TAKE II, and
neither boy seemed to feel yesterdays
necessity to show the other how he
did. wait till next Fourth o Julyf
Sam continued. "Oh, oh! Look out =
This invited a genuine spark from
Penrod.
Fourth o. July, I guess she'll be a
little better than any ~firecrackers! Just
a little Bingl Bingl Bingl' she'll be
goin'. 'Bingi Bingi Bling
The suggestion of noise stirred his
comrade. "TTl bet she'll go off louder'n
that time the gas-works blew up l
wouldn't be afraid to shoot her off any
time"
81 bet o would" said Penrod. You
- - - ...to-0.r The urap -
"You aren't, either !" Sam exclaimed
promptly. 81 wouldn't be any more
afraid to shoot her off than you would"
"You would, toor
81 would notr'
swell, let's see you then you talk
so much, :" And Penrod handed the
weapon ~scornfully TO Sam. who at once
became less self-assertive.
I'D shoot her off In a minute" Sam
said, "only IT might break sumpthing il
IL hit it,"
Hold her up in the air. then. II
can't hurt the roof, can lt?"
Sam, with a desperate expression.
lifted the revolver at arms length.
Both boys turned away their heads,
and Penrod put his fingers in his ears
but nothing happened. "What's the
matterT' he demanded. why don't
you go on if you're goin' tor
Sam lowered his arm. II guess |
didn't have her cooked" he said apollo
gctically, whereupon Penrod loudly
jeered.
"Tryin' TO shoot a revolaver and
didn't know enough to cock her. If l
didn't know any more about reyolavers
than that, I'd"
"There {" Sam exclaimed. managing
to draw back the hammer until two
chilling clicks warranted his opinion
that the pistol was now ready to per-
form its Office. II guess she'll do all
right to suit you this timer
"Well. why'n't you go ahead. then !;
you know so much !" And as Sam
raised his arm, Penrod again turned
away his head and placed his forcing
ers In his ears.
A pause followed.
"why'n't you go aheadT'
Penrod, after waiting In keen sus-
pense, turned to behold his friend
standing with his right arm above his
head, his left hand over his left ear.
and both eyes closed.
81 can't pull the trigger" said Sam
indistinctly, his face convulsed as In
sympathy with the great muscular ef-
forts Of other parts Of his body. "She
won't pull !"
"She won't2" Penrod remarked with
scorn. "I1l bet / could pull her"
Sam promptly opened his eyes and
handed the weapon TO Penrod.
"All right" he said. with surprising
and unusual mildness. "You try her.
then"
Inwardly discounted to a disagree
able extent, Penrod attempted to talk
his W misgivings out of counten-
ance.
"Poor little baby = he said, swinging
the pistol at his side with a fair pre-