'Bing! Bing! Bing!'" The suggestion of noise stirred his comrade.

"I'll bet she'll go off louder'n that time the gas-works blew up! I wouldn't be afraid to shoot her off ANY time." "I bet you would," said Penrod.

"You aren't used to revolavers the way I--" "You aren't, either!" Sam exclaimed promptly, "I wouldn't be any more afraid to shoot her off than you would." "You would, too!" "I would not!" "Well, let's see you then; you talk so much!" And Penrod handed the weapon scornfully to Sam, who at once became less self-assertive.
"I'd shoot her off in a minute," Sam said, "only it might break sumpthing if it hit it." "Hold her up in the air, then.

It can't hurt the roof, can it ?" Sam, with a desperate expression, lifted the revolver at arm's length.
Both boys turned away their heads, and Penrod put his fingers in his ears--but nothing happened.

"What's the matter ?" he demanded.