"More kites, eh?
Reg'lar kite-factory gone and got itself lost," he remarked finally, when he had appropriated Charley's bundle.

"Now, wot I wants to know is wot we 're goin' to do to you t'ree chaps ?" he continued in a judicial tone.
"What for ?" Joe demanded hotly.

"For being robbed of our kites ?" "Not at all, not at all," the leader responded politely; "but for luggin' kites round these quarters an' causin' all this unseemly disturbance.
It 's disgraceful; that 's wot it is--disgraceful." At this juncture, when the Hill-dwellers were the center of attraction, Brick suddenly wormed out of his jacket, squirmed away from his captors, and dashed across the lot to the slip for which he had been originally headed when overtaken by Joe.

Two or three of the gang shot over the fence after him in noisy pursuit.

There was much barking and howling of back-yard dogs and clattering of shoes over sheds and boxes.