Sam seemed relieved to see it.

"You didn't get caught with it, did you?" he said hastily.

Penrod shook his head, rising.

"I guess not! I guess I got SOME brains around me," he added,
inspired by Sam's presence to assume a slight swagger. "They'd
have to get up pretty early to find any good ole revolaver, once
I got MY hands on it!"

"I guess we can keep it, all right," Sam said confidentially.
"Because this morning papa was putting on his winter underclothes
and he found it wasn't there, and they looked all over and
everywhere, and he was pretty mad, and said he knew it was those
cheap plumbers stole it that mamma got instead of the regular
plumbers he always used to have, and he said there wasn't any
chance ever gettin' it back, because you couldn't tell which one
took it, and they'd all swear it wasn't them. So it looks like we
could keep it for our revolaver, Penrod, don't it? I'll give you
half of it."

Penrod affected some enthusiasm. "Sam, we'll keep it out here in
the stable."

"Yes, and we'll go huntin' with it. We'll do lots of things with
it!" But Sam made no effort to take it, and neither boy seemed to
feel yesterday's necessity to show the other how he did. "Wait
till next Fourth o' July!" Sam continued. "Oh, oh! Look out!"