Williams, with demoniac justice, brought Sam for the
deed he had in mind.
Herman and Verman listened--awe-stricken--to what went on within
the shack. Then, before it was over, they crept away and down the
alley toward their own home. This was directly across the alley
from the Schofields' stable, and they were horrified at the
sounds that issued from the interior of the stable store-room. It
was the St. Bartholomew's Eve of that neighbourhood.
"Man, man!" said Herman, shaking his head. "Glad I ain' no white
boy!"
Verman seemed gloomily to assent.
CHAPTER VII. WHITEY
Penrod and Sam made a gloomy discovery one morning in
mid-October. All the week had seen amiable breezes and fair skies
until Saturday, when, about breakfast-time, the dome of heaven
filled solidly with gray vapour and began to drip. The boys'
discovery was that there is no justice about the weather.
They sat in the carriage-house of the Schofields' empty stable;
the doors upon the alley were open, and Sam and Penrod stared
torpidly at the thin but implacable drizzle that was the more
irritating because there was barely enough of it to interfere
with a number of things they had planned to do.
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