BOTH OF YOU!” shouted Tarquin. He shook the spray bottle and stamped his foot. “COME OUT OF HIDING! I’LL TELL YOUR MOM! I WILL.” Still there was no movement or sound around the yard. Tarquin had already looked behind or under everything he could see. There was no sign of Josh or Danny. He knew they were playing a trick on him. Maybe they’d gone next door into that old lady’s garden. They’d dropped their water pistols on the ground, so at least they weren’t planning another ambush. Maybe they’d got something else to throw or squirt at him and were just waiting for him to climb up and put his head over the wooden fence. “WELL, I’M NOT PLAYING, ANYMORE!” yelled Tarquin. He turned and stomped back along the sidewalk. The old lady from next door was walking back down it on her side of the wall. As she passed him, she gave a shout, reached over the wall, and scooped the spray bottle out of his hand. “What are you doing with my bottle?” she demanded. “Nothing!”
