As soon as they were at shore, Wesley jumped up, still rubbing his neck and glared back at Francis. He looked to Elijah and nodded. "Great race .. ah.. constables. Let's get our reward." He walked towards the judges, a bit of hurry in his step to keep from the monster of a constable who wouldn't leave him alone! He stopped hounding 'him' about how he did his job. He tried to avoid talking to them altogether, so how did he keep ending up in this mess??