"I was right," thought Hal, with a shudder. "He threw those bricks on me, and thought I was either dead or next door to it. He is a thorough villain, and no mistake."
"Why shouldn't I see Carson at the house?" went on Ferris.
"Why—I thought he wasn't going home till late," stammered Hardwick.
"Did he say so?"
"I believe he said something about it. I didn't pay much attention." Hardwick was beginning to recover from his shock. "So you saw him?"
"Yes."
"You two don't get along very well, do you?"
"I'd like to thrash him," growled Ferris.
"Why?"
Hal did not hear the reply. The two passed into a room on the third floor, and the door was closed behind them.