"That was a good un!" The eyes above the fence glistened.
"Ask him if he don't want some," Penrod whispered urgently.

"Quit drinkin' it! It's no good any more.

Ask him!" "What for ?" demanded the practical Sam.
"Go on and ask him!" whispered Penrod fiercely.
"Say, M'rice!" Sam called, waving the bottle.

"Want some ?" "Bring it here!" Mr.Levy requested.
"Come on over and get some," returned Sam, being prompted.
"I can't.

Penrod Schofield's after me." "No, I'm not," said Penrod reassuringly.