I waited till he had climbed the stairs and was near the landing and couldn't escape.

Then I bombarded him with clods, which he warded off with his tin bucket the best he could, but without much success, for I was a good marksman.

The clods smashing against the weather-boarding fetched my mother out to see what was the matter, and I tried to explain that I was amusing Henry.

Both of them were after me in a minute, but I knew the way over that high board fence and escaped for that time.

After an hour or two, when I ventured back, there was no one around and I thought the incident was closed.