That was evident from his uncouth talk and foolish ways, and the small boy's mind was made up in a moment.
Carette was watching anxiously, with a wild idea in her mind that if she flung herself at the preventive man's feet and held them tightly, the boy might wriggle away and escape.
But the boy had a brighter scheme than that.

He turned and led the way inland, and dropped a wink to Carette as he did so, and her anxious little brain jumped to the fact that the stranger was to be misled.
Her sharpened faculties perceived that the best way to second his efforts was to pretend a vehement objection to his action and so lend colour to it.
"Don't you do it, Phil!" she cried, dancing round them.

"Don't you do it, or I'll never speak to you again as long as I live." Phil marched steadily on with the heavy hand gripping his shoulder.
"Sensible boy!" said the preventive man.
As everyone knows, the Boutiques lie hid among the northern cliffs by the Eperquerie.

But, once lose sight of the sea, amid the tangle of wooded lanes which traverse the Island, and, without the guidance of the sun, it needs a certain amount of familiarity with the district to know exactly where one will come out.
The small boy stolidly led the way past Beaumanoir, and Carette wailed like a lost soul alongside.

Jeanne Falla looked out as they passed and called out to know what was happening.
"This wicked man is making Phil show him the way to the Boutiques," cried Carette, and the wicked man chuckled, and so did Jeanne Falla.
They passed the cottages at La Vauroque.