him, "if you stay around here much. Rupe Collins is comin' this afternoon, he said. We're goin' to make some policemen's billies out of the rake handle."
"You go' spoil new rake you' pa bought?"
"What do we care? I and Rupe got to have billies, haven't we?"
"How you make 'em?"
"Melt lead and pour in a hole we're goin' to make in the end of 'em. Then we're goin' to carry 'em in our pockets, and if anybody says anything to us—oh, oh! look out! They won't get a crack on the head—oh, no!"
"When's Rupe Collins coming?" Sam Williams inquired rather uneasily. He had heard a great deal too much of this personage, but as yet the pleasure of actual acquaintance had been denied him.
"He's liable to be here any time," answered Penrod. "You better look out. You'll be lucky if you get home alive, if you stay till he comes."
"I ain't afraid of him," Sam returned, conventionally.
"You are, too!" (There was some truth in the retort.) "There ain't any boy in this part of town but me that wouldn't be afraid of him. You'd be
