You go on with your story!" Sam sighed deeply, and yet it may have been a consolation to know that his present misery was not altogether without its counterpart.

Through the falling dusk his spirit may have crossed the intervening distance to catch a glimpse of his friend suffering simultaneously and standing within the same peril.

And if Sam's spirit did thus behold Penrod in jeopardy, it was a true vision.
"Go on!" Mr.Williams said.
"Well, there wasn't any fire in the furnace because it's too warm yet, and we weren't goin' to do anything'd HURT him, so we put him in there--" "In the FURNACE ?" "It was cold," Sam protested.

"There hadn't been any fire there since last spring.

Course we told him there was fire in it.