Five times more did he throw, the clay flying swiftly, till all at once
thud! came a pellet and stuck on the window pane just above my head.
I looked up at the flattened clay, which was sticking fast, and then at
that boy, who was down on his knees again weeding away as hard as he
could weed, but taking no more notice of me, and I saw the reason: his
master was coming down the garden.