“It makes 'em go to sleep, no matter what you do to 'em,” Penrod explained. “That's the main and simple reason they can't wake up, and you can cut off their ole legs—or their arms, or anything you want to.”
“Hoy!” exclaimed Verman, in a serious tone. His laughter ceased instantly, and he began to utter a protest sufficiently intelligible.
“You needn't worry,” Penrod said gloomily. “We haven't got any o' that stuff; so we can't do it.”
“Well, we got to do sumpthing,” Sam said.
His comrade agreed, and there was a thoughtful silence; but presently Penrod's countenance brightened.
“I know!” he exclaimed. “I know what we'll do with him. Why, I thought of it just as EASY! I can most always think of things like that, for the main and simple reason—well, I thought of it just as soon—”
“Well, what is it?” Sam demanded crossly. Penrod's reiteration of his new-found phrase, “for the main and simple reason”, had been growing more and more irksome to his friend all day, though Sam was not definitely aware that the phrase was the cause of his annoyance. “WHAT are we goin' to do with him, you know so much?”
Penrod rose and peered over the tops of the bushes, shading his eyes with his hand, a gesture that was unnecessary but had a good appearance. He looked all round about him in this manner, finally vouchsafing a report to the impatient Sam.
“No enemies in sight—just for the main and simple reason I expect they're all in the alley and in Georgie Bassett's backyard.”
“I bet they're not!” Sam said scornfully, his irritation much increased. “How do YOU know so much about it?”
“Just for the main and simple reason,” Penrod replied, with dignified finality.
And at that, Sam felt a powerful impulse to do violence upon the person of his comrade-in-arms. The emotion that prompted this impulse was so primitive and straightforward that it almost resulted in action; but Sam had a vague sense that he must control it as long as he could.
“Bugs!” he said.
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