"Hang it, I don't believe I can catch him!" That guess proved well founded.

After running a short distance Mr.Finbrink halted.

He had not caught sight of the fugitive, nor could he now hear the running steps.
"I wonder how many panes of glass the young scamp broke ?" muttered the irate Mr.Finbrink.
Retracing his steps quickly, Mr.Finbrink halted in front of his house, scanning the windows.

Not a crack in a window pane could he discern, which was not remarkable, in view of the fact that no panes of glass had been broken.
"I need a lantern," Mr.Finbrink said to himself, and went inside the house.

Soon afterwards he came out with a lighted lantern, and began his inspection.