He had even dabbled in whitewash.

No, by the powers that be! It was a thing for penance after all.

Always at the farmhouse the trail would be waiting.

What if he arrived there and the runaway had failed to write?
What would he do then?
Rags and blisters and a bit of corncrib penance for himself! It was the only way.

It would give his need of Brian invincible weight.
Kenny climbed a fence and entered the corncrib by a flight of rickety steps.