CHAPTER VIII. SALVAGE
The two boys shrieked with excitement as they beheld the coincidence of this strange return. They burst into the stable, making almost as much noise as Duke, who had become frantic at the invasion. Sam laid hands upon a rake.
“You get out o' there, you ole horse, you!” he bellowed. “I ain't afraid to drive him out. I—”
“WAIT a minute!” Penrod shouted. “Wait till I—”
Sam was manfully preparing to enter the stall.
“You hold the doors open,” he commanded, “so's they won't blow shut and keep him in here. I'm goin' to hit him—”
“Quee-YUT!” Penrod shouted, grasping the handle of the rake so that Sam could not use it. “Wait a MINUTE, can't you?” He turned with ferocious voice and gestures upon Duke. “DUKE!” And Duke, in spite of his excitement, was so impressed that he prostrated himself in silence, and then unobtrusively withdrew from the stable. Penrod ran to the alley doors and closed them.
“My gracious!” Sam protested. “What you goin' to do?”
“I'm goin' to keep this horse,” said Penrod, whose face showed the strain of a great idea.
“What FOR?”