Oh great!  Caelan thought.  He thought he wouldn't have to worry about the little brat and he was the worst of the two with that damned sling shot.  All right, he thought.  If that's the way it was going to go, he was ready to fight.  He had a knife in his pocket and he put his right hand on its handle ready to use it.  He thought the best thing to do was get the little brat so that he wouldn't be able to shoot at him with his sling shot when he started fighting his brother.  Hoping that one or two shots wouldn't hurt him, he ran at the smaller boy blocking his face with his hands.  His knife stayed in his pocket.  He would get it out when he reached the brat and put it to his throat.  Possibly if he hadn't been drunk, he would've left and come back when he thought they had been asleep.  But the alcohol seemed to quiet his rational thoughts.