If Clover had known any curse words, he would have shouted them at the top of his lungs when the window shattered. As he did not know any, however, he took off running after Bram, stumbling over loose cobblestones as he went, eyes wide and heart going a mile a minute. This was not what he'd expected to happen, nor what he wanted to occur. He just hoped his Pa didn't think he threw the rock.