"What are you doing here." "Oh, choost vaiting to see bis you do the same thing," grunted the contractor.

"It was great sport---not ?" "Decidedly 'not,'" laughed Dick, stepping gingerly over a sidewalk that had been spread thinly with some sticky substance.

"Can I help you up, Mr.Schimmelpodt ?" The German, who knew his own weight, glanced at the boy's slight figure rather doubtfully.
"Bresgott, how many horsepower are you alretty ?" But Dick, standing carefully so that he would not slip again, displayed more strength than the contractor had expected.

In another moment the German was on his feet, moving cautiously away, his eyes on the sidewalk.

Yet he did not forget to mutter his thanks to the boy.
As Dick now went on his way again, slipping around the corner and into a bakeshop, he noticed that his right wrist felt a bit queer.
"Well, I haven't broken anything," he murmured, feeling of the wrist with his left hand.