Penrod

rtably, with his back against the wall and his right shoulder just under the lantern, elevate

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ith the side of his shoe. Creation, with Penrod, did not leap, full-armed, from the brain; but finally he began to produce. He wrote very slowly at first, and then with increasing rapi

had him covred and soon said Well I guess

t the blood ran. You are nothing but a common Roadagent any way and I do not propose to

our hero, it was dark and he writhd at his bonds writhing on the floor wile the rats came out of their holes and bit him and vernim got all over

im with his helpless condition because Ramorez had put the bonds back sos he would look the same but could throw them off him when he wanted to Just look at him now s

s ottomatick back from Mr Wilson he shot two of the detectives through the heart Bing Bing went the ottomatick and two more went to meet their Maker only two detectives left now and so he stabbed one and the scondrel we

ghting for his very life now and shot Mr Wilson through the ab

lips for he was in pain Why you-- --you sneer

n scondrel would soon get his ax lose so our hero sprung forward and bit him till his teeth met in the flech for now our hero was fighting for his very life. At this the remanin

did you want to injure us for--you Harold Ramorez you have not got any sence and you thi

got any effect on me only to injure your own self when you go to meet your Maker Oh I guess you have had enogh for one day and I think you have learned a lesson a

ff the floor-- --it I will have that dasstads life now sneered they if we have to

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ld be heard cursin vile oaths because he well knew this was the lair of Harold Ramorez Why-- -- --you you-- -- -- -- mules you sneered he because the poor mules were not able to go any quicker -- you I will sho

vile words lef

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s voice, calling f

His eyes were shining: there was a rapt sweetness in his gaze. As he wrote, his burden had grown lighter; thoughts of Mrs. Lora Rewbush had almost left him; and in particular as he recounted (even by the chaste dash) t

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ed slowly. He sig

your account, so you'll have plenty of t

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a threatened approach. Penrod bestirred himself:

I coming fa

, withdrawing; and the kitchen

proceeded to set h

he sawdust, put the lantern and oil-can back in the soap-box, adjusted the elevator fo

head perpendicular, nose upward, supported by the convergence of the two walls. This, from a dog, is the last word, the comble of the immutable. Penrod commanded, stormed, tried gentleness; persuaded with

rozen fast to his great ge

on the threshold

own from that b

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x, and also, as she knew he was there anyhow, her question must have been put for oratorical purposes only

d most of his hair, became visible to her at the top

at are yo

he replied, in a gri

y don't

haven't I? You don't suppose I want to le

own over the side

aid Penrod. "I got him up here,

then,

ll go on back to the house I promise to

his mother turned toward the house.

ill

the basket and, shouting sternly, "All in for the ground floor-step back there, madam-all ready, Jim!" lowered dog and basket to the floor

en true to a cause. The operation of the elevator was unsinful and, save for the shock to Duke's nervous system, it was harmless; but Penrod could not possibly have broug