He darted out, but did not stop until he had reached the middle of the road.
"Hey!" Prescott shouted up to the top of the building, but no one answered.
"Be careful, up there, where you dump your bricks!" called Dick once more.
A customer coming out of a store next door caught sight of the bricks and the hod.
"What's the matter, Prescott?" called the man.
"Some workman was careless, and let that hod and all the bricks fall," Dick answered. "I heard them coming, and got in out of the shower just in time."
"No workman did that," muttered the man, after staring in bewilderment for a moment. "The men are all off, getting their dinner."
"Then who could have done it?" Dick wanted to know.
"Humph! If you have any enemies, Prescott, I'd say that trick was done by some one who didn't care how badly you were hurt."
"Oh, nonsense!" rejoined Dick. "I don't believe any one hates me badly enough to do a thing like that."