"Yes, sir," Penrod ruled, with a little importance, "that's the
way it is, Roddy."
"Well, then," said Roddy, "come on over to my Uncle Ethelbert's,
and I'll show you!"
"No," said Sam. "I wouldn't walk over there just to find out
sumpthing I already know isn't so. Outside of a music store there
isn't anybody in the world got forty-one guitars! I've heard lots
o' people TALK, but I never heard such a big l--"
"You shut up!" shouted Roddy. "You ole--"
Penrod interposed.
"Why'n't you show us the horn, Roddy?" he asked. "You said you
could get it. You show us the horn and we'll believe you. If you
show us the horn, Sam'll haf to take what he said back; won't
you, Sam?"
"Yes," said Sam, and added. "He hasn't got any. He went and told
a--"
Roddy's eyes were bright with rage; he breathed noisily.
"I haven't?" he cried. "You just wait here, and I'll show you!"
And he ran furiously from the stable.
CHAPTER XXII. 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.
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