The elegant man, ignoring the bartender, keeps slowly pouring water for the boy to drink.
"HEY!! Do you.." the bartender stops suddenly as he sees the identity of the man he's yelling at.
"Mr Haver! euh.. well, it's been a while since we last saw you around"
"been busy" the man answers without looking at the bartender.
"Mr Haver, please do not touch that filthy boy"
"Who did this bartender ?"
"Well.. you see sir, it's a private matter. It's better to just ignore this sir, I'm sure Al is waiting for you sir, I just delivered to him the whine you asked for, like always, I keep my most expensive bottles just for you sir"
He notices Mr Haver has no intention of listening to what he says. "Sir I'm afraid if Fred sees you .. well, it would be a problem sir, he's been quite crazy today, I'd wait for a better day before I'd anger him, just leave sir and I'll pretend.."
Mr Haver interrupts him "So it's Fred who did this. Is he at the bar?"
"Euh.. no sir, too damn mad even for a drink. He's home I guess"
Mr Haver steps off the edge of the well. He keeps staring at the boy. In the dark, he could see blood and wounds on the boy's wrists. the ropes must have been very tight, he thinks. At that moment, he takes a decision.
He rides the horse, and says "Bartender, where is Fred's house? I shall go pay a visit to him. He's the baker right ?"
"Yes sir he is, but.. Sir it is better to leave this matter be, Fred is really pissed off today, see, his wife.."
"Just tell me where to find him bartender. What I do is my business."
After a while, Mr Haver comes back riding his black horse, and stops by the well.
He looks at the boy, he was all covered with mud and blood, shivering from cold, so weak to even open his eyes.
Holding a knife in his hand, Mr Haver steps on the edge of the well again. With one hand he brings the freezing boy's body closer to him. And with the other hand he cuts the ropes to release him.
The boy's body falls instantly as soon as the rope is cut. Mr Haver's hug saves him from falling into the well.
In front of the bar, men and a couple of women watch Mr Haver riding his horse back to the hill, while holding the boy in his arms.