A contemptuous smile flitted across Injun Joe’s face.
“Were you anywhere near Horse Williams’ grave?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Speak up—just a trifle louder. How near were you?”
“Near as I am to you.”
“Were you hidden, or not?”
“I was hid.”
“Where?”
“Behind the elms that’s on the edge of the grave.”
Injun Joe gave a barely perceptible start.
“Anyone 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.