“Well，“hedemandedbrusquely，“thesupper’shereandsomebody’sgottoeatit，Ical’late。Fetchiton，Isaiah！Whatareyoustarin’
atmelikethatfor，youdumbhead？“
Isaiahbroughtinthesupper。Thenhedemandedtoknowwhatthefusswasallabout。Shadrachtoldhim。Isaiah’schiefinterestseemedtocenterontheattemptedshooting。
“Whythesonofaswab！“hecried，excitedly。“OfallthecheekI
everheardofinmylifethatAbnerBacheldor’sgottheheft！Toborreraman’sowngun——yes，andcartridges，too——tokillthatman’sowncatwith！Ofallthesolidbrass！Henevertoldme’twasourcat。Allhewantedtoknowwascouldheborreryourgunandsomethin’toloaditwith。IfI’dknown——“