Penrod and Sam

ezes and fair skies until Saturday, when, about breakfast-time, the dome of heaven filled solidly wi

and Sam and Penrod stared torpidly at the thin but implacable drizzle that was the more irritating

ersonal spitefulness of the elements.) "I'd like to know what's the sense of it-ole sun pourin' down every day in the

ained every Sunday as long I lived; but I just like to know what's the reason it had to go and rain to-d

und from a source invisible to him he pause

yet it seemed to be a cough. Both boys rose, and Pe

he alley,"

ly to the alley doors to investigate; but their actual procedure was to move

quavered. "W

as entirely unexpected. It was the cavernous and melancholy head of an incredibly thin, old, whitish horse. This

Sam underwent the customary human

, you?" Penrod shouted. "Don'

a stick, hurled i

o' here!"

to inherited impulse, ran out into the drizzle and uproariously pursued. They were but automatons of instinct, meaning no evil. Certainly

r halter; all he had was a name, Whitey, and he would have answered to it by a slight change of expression if any one had thus properly addressed h

side line with Mr. Morris, for he had long ago given himself, as utterly as fortune permitted, to the talent that early in youth he had recognized as the greatest of all those surging in his bosom. In his waking though

is liberty. He won seventeen dollars and sixty cents, and within the hour found himself in trouble with an officer of the Humane Society on account of an altercation with Whitey. Abalene had

e all 'bout white man try to 'rest you, ovah on the avvynoo. Yessuh; he say white man goin' to git you yit an' th'ow you in jail 'count o' Whitey. White man tryin' to fine out who you IS. He say, nemmine, he'll know Whitey ag'in, even if he don' know you! He say he ketch you by the hoss; s

rs and sixty cents in his pocket lent sweet colours to life out of jail at this time.

ain't got no 'quaintance wif you. I'm a man o' money, an' I got my own frien's; I'm a-look

ross the large and busy town, and Whitey was hopelessly lost. He had but one eye, a feeble one, and his legs were not to be depended upon; but he managed to co

it with sound and fury. A boy will nearly always run after anything that is running, and his first impulse is to throw a stone at it. This is a survival of primeval man, who must take every chance to get his dinner. So, when Penrod and Sam drove the hapless Whitey up the alley, they we

ley he had left behind in his flight. He entered the alley, and there his dim eye fell upon the open door he had previously investigated. No memory of it remained; but the place had a look associated in his mind with hay, and, as Sam and Penrod turned the corner of the alley in pantin