"It fooled me.

I thought surely that our rear store window had been smashed to pieces.

The sound is as natural as any joker could wish.

But I haven't told you the other half of the story." Thereupon Dick told about the pitcher of water dumped so unerringly on Tom, and of Reade's flight with the crowd pursuing him.
"I'd like to have been near enough to hear just what Tom said when the water struck him," laughed Darrin.
"Did the people running after him catch him ?" asked Greg.
"I don't believe so," Dick Prescott smiled.

"When Tom gets under way in earnest, his middle name, as you may have observed, is Double Speed---and then a bit more." "Who's talking about me ?" gruffly demanded Reade, coming up behind the group.