A SECOND LATER, THE men who were chasing the kid caught up and pulled him away from Jas. They were a lieutenant and a private. The soldiers wrestled with the kid, who fought their attempts to restrain him. “Hey,” exclaimed Jas as he went sprawling. The private hauled him roughly to his feet.
The kid continued to struggle. “Let me go. I don’t want to go back there. I’m not going home, and you can’t make me.”
“Huh, we’ll see about that,” said the private. He pushed the kid against the wall and pulled his hands behind his back. He gasped in pain.
“Take it easy, Trip,” said the lieutenant to the private. He went over to the struggling boy. “Look, Makey, don’t make it harder on yourself. We have to take you back home. You know it. We know it. There’s nothing anyone can do about it. If you fi
