Will clenched his fists, and his anger boiled over. In a moment he'd bolted forward, arms outstretched through the bars in order to grab hold of Tuck and inflict any damage he possibly could, smacking at his head and shoulders. He couldn't draw back for a decent punch, confined as he was, but he was trying pretty hard. John let out a squeal and jumped back, hurriedly clearing his throat and pushing the Sheriff between Will and himself. "Stop him! Stop him! Make him stop!" he bawled.