"Behind the elms that's on the edge of the grave."

     Injun Joe gave a barely perceptible start.

     "Any one with you?"

     "Yes, sir. I went there with--"

     "Wait--wait a moment. Never mind mentioning your companion's name. We will produce him at the proper time. Did you carry anything there with you."

     Tom hesitated and looked confused.

     "Speak out, my boy--don't be diffident. The truth is always respectable. What did you take there?"

     "Only a--a--dead cat."

     There was a ripple of mirth, which the court checked.

     "We will produce the skeleton of that cat. Now, my boy, tell us everything that occurred--tell it in your own way--don't skip anything, and don't be afraid."