"I don't know what YOU'RE goin' to do," Penrod returned, picking
up the old cigarbox that had contained the paper and pencils.
"I'M goin' to put mine in here, so's it'll come in handy when I
haf to get at it."
"Well, I guess I'll keep mine there, too," Sam said. Thereupon he
deposited his scribbled slip beside Penrod's in the cigarbox, and
the box was solemnly returned to the secret place whence it had
been taken.
"There, THAT'S 'tended to!" Sam said, and, unconsciously
imitating his friend's imitation, he gave forth audibly a breath
of satisfaction and relief.
Both boys felt that the financial side of their great affair had
been conscientiously looked to, that the question of the reward
was settled, and that everything was proceeding in a businesslike
manner. Therefore, they were able to turn their attention to
another matter.
This was the question of Whitey's next meal. After their exploits
of the morning, and the consequent imperilment of Penrod, they
decided that nothing more was to be done in apples, vegetables or
bread; it was evident that Whitey must be fed from the bosom of
nature.
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