"Okay," said James, rather eagerly, and he handed the cart to the priest. Then he climbed in, so that he wouldn't have to walk.

James watched the constable continue to harass his sister. He reached for his slingshot and had it halfway out when he thought better of it, and put it away again. He wasn't going to get locked up for Ruth's sake. Not after she had hit him.

"Uh... I think 'e's not quite right in the head," he whispered instead to the priest in a very audible tone.