"It's about David," she said. "Somethin's happened to David. I--
I'm goin' to tell you about it, Cap'n Gould."
She told of her adventure and of David's peril. Shadrach listened.
When he heard of the accusation which was the cause of the affair he shook his head.
"My, my!" he exclaimed. "That's pretty bad, that is. I'd hate to have your cat killed, Mary-'Gusta, land knows I would. But if the critter's a chicken thief--"
"But he ain't! I KNOW he ain't!"
"Humph! You can't always tell, you know cats are cats and--"
"But I know David wasn't the cat that did it. I KNOW he wasn't"
"Oh, you know, do you. Hm! you do seem pretty sartin, that's a fact. How do you know?"
The girl looked at him. "Please, Cap'n Gould," she said, "I--I'd rather tell you over to Mr. Bacheldor's. That's what I wanted to ask you; won't you please go right over to Mr. Bacheldor's with me?
I--I'll tell you how I know when we're there."
Captain Shadrach was more puzzled than ever. "You want me to go to Ab Bacheldor's with you?" he repeated. "You want to tell me somethin' over there? Why not tell me here?"
"'Cause--'cause Mr. Bacheldor thinks David did it and he'll kill him. He said he would. I want HIM to know David wasn't the one.
And if, if you're there when he knows, he'll know YOU know he knows and he won't dast shoot at David any more. Please come, Cap'n Gould. Please, right away."
Shadrach tugged at his beard. "Humph!" he muttered. "There's more 'knows' in that than there is knots in a snarled fish line. You want me as a witness, nigh's I can make out. Is that it?"
"Yes, sir. Will you go with me right off?"
"Right off, eh? Can't it wait till after supper?"
"I--I don't want any supper. PLEASE!"
So supper was postponed, in spite of Isaiah's grumblings, and the Captain and Mary-'Gusta started forthwith for the home of their nearest neighbor. Mr. Chase, his curiosity aroused, would have asked a dozen questions, but Mary-'Gusta would neither answer nor permit Shadrach to do so.
The Bacheldor family were at supper when the callers arrived. Abner himself opened the door and he looked rather embarrassed when he saw the pair on the steps. Captain Shad did not wait for an invitation to enter; he walked in and Mary-'Gusta followed him.
"Now then, Ab," said the Captain, briskly, "what's this about our cat stealin' your chickens?"
Mr. Bacheldor and Con, separately and together, burst into a tirade of invective against the offending David.
"That's all right, that's all right," broke in the Captain, crisply.
"If that cat stole your chicken it ought to be shot. But are you sure of the cat? Do you know ours did it? This girl here says 'twasn't ours at all."
"I know a dum sight better," began Abner, savagely. But this time it was Mary-'Gusta who interrupted.
"Cap'n Gould," she said, "please ask him what time it was yesterday afternoon when he saw the cat run off with the chicken."
Bacheldor did not wait to be asked.
"'Twas quarter-past four yesterday afternoon," he declared. "I know the time."
"I don't see what the time's got to do with it," put in Shadrach.
"But it's got everything to do with it," urged Mary'-Gusta. "Honest truly it has."
"Oh, it has, eh? Why?"
"'Cause--'cause--Ask him if he's sure?"
Again Abner did not wait. "Course I'm sure," he replied. "I told Isaiah Chase--yes, and I told that young-one, too--that I looked at the clock just afore I looked out of the window and see the critter in the very act. Yes, and Con see him too."
Mary-'Gusta stamped her foot in triumph. "Then it wasn't David," she said. "It wasn't David at all. 'Twas somebody else's cat, Mr. Bacheldor."
"Somebody else's nothin'! Don't you suppose I know--"
"Hold on! Heave to, Ab. Mary-'Gusta, how do you know 'twasn't our cat?"
"'Cause--'cause David was with me from four o'clock till most five; that's how. He was in the--in our house with me. So," triumphantly, "he couldn't have been anywhere else, could he?"
Con and his father both began a protest, but Shadrach cut it short.
"Keep still, for mercy sakes," he ordered. "This ain't Shoutin' Methodist camp meetin'. Let's get soundin's here. Now, Mary-'Gusta, you say the cat was with you from four till five; you're sure of that?"
"Yes, sir. I know because Mr. Chase had gone out and we knew he wouldn't be back until five 'cause he said he wouldn't. So we looked at the clock before we went in."
"Went in? Went in where?"
The girl hung her head. It was evident that the answer to this question was one she dreaded to make. But she made it, nevertheless.
"Before we went into--into the parlor," she said, faintly.
Captain Shad was the only one of her hearers who grasped the full significance of this confession. No, there was one other, and he turned red and then white.
"The parlor?" repeated the Captain, slowly. "The best parlor?"
"Ye-yes, sir."
"Do you mean you went into the best parlor over to our house and--
AND TOOK THAT CAT IN WITH YOU?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I swan to man! Did you forget what I told you would happen if you went into that parlor again? And especially if you lugged that cat in? Did you forget that?"
"N-no, sir. I didn't forget it. You--you said I couldn't go to the picnic."
Shadrach shook his head. "Well," he groaned, "if this don't beat the nation! What under the sun did you do it for?"
"'Cause--'cause we wanted to play pirates with--with the swords and things," faltered Mary-'Gusta. "And we took David 'cause he was goin' to be one of the passengers on the ship we took. But," with a sudden return to the main point at issue, "that proves David wasn't the cat he saw, the one that stole his chicken."
The Captain looked at her. "By fire, it does, that's right," he muttered. Abner Bacheldor roared in indignation.
"It don't prove nothin'," he cried. "All it proves is that the kid's a liar. She's lyin' so's to save that dummed thief of a cat.
All kids'll lie when they think they can make somethin' out of it."
