rs. Each had to be given a "turn" before the
jungle project could be resumed.

"Now, for goodnesses' sakes," said Penrod, taking the camera from
Verman, "I hope you're done, so's we can get started doin something like
we ought to! We got to have Duke for a tied-up calf. We'll have to bring
him and tie him out here in front the jungle, and then the panther'll
come out and jump on him. Wait, and I'll go bring him."

Departing upon this errand, Penrod found Duke enjoying the declining
rays of the sun in the front yard.

"Hyuh, Duke!" called his master, in an indulgent tone. "Come on, good
ole Dukie! Come along!"

Duke rose conscientiously and followed him.

"I got him, men!" Penrod called from the stairway. "I got our good
ole calf all ready to be tied up. Here he is!" And he appeared in the
doorway with the unsuspecting little dog beside him.

Gipsy, who had been silent for some moments, instantly raised his
banshee battlecry, and Duke yelped in horror. Penrod made a wild effort
to hold him; but Duke was not to be detained. Unnatural strength and
activity came to him in his delirium, and, for the second or two that
the struggle lasted, his movements were too rapid for the eyes of the
spectators to follow--merely a whirl and blur in the air could be seen.
Then followed a sound of violent scrambling and Penrod sprawled alone at
the top of the stairs.

"Well, why'n't you come and help me?" he demanded indignantly. "I
couldn't get him back now if I was to try a million years!"

"What we goin' to do about it?" Sam asked.

Penrod rose and dusted his knees. "We got to get along without any
tied-up calf--that's certain! But I got to take those fortygraphs SOME
way or other!"

"Me an' Verman aw ready begin 'at beatin'," Herman suggested. "You tole
us we the beaters."

"Well, wait a minute," said Penrod, whose feeling for realism in drama
was always alert. "I want to get a mighty good pitcher o' that ole
panther this time." As he spoke, he threw open the wide door intended
for the delivery of hay into the loft from the alley below. "Now, bring
the cage over here by this door so's I can get a better light; it's
gettin' kind of dark over where the jungle is. We'll pretend there isn't
any cage there, and soon as I get him fortygraphed, I'll holler, 'Shoot,
men!' Then you must shoot, Sam--and Herman, you and Verman must hammer
on the cage with your spears, and holler: 'Hoo! Hoo!' and pretend you're
spearin' him."

"Well