So the Brahmin and the Tiger and the little Jackal went back to the place where the empty cage stood.
“Oh, is that the cage?” asked the Jackal.
“Yes, yes,” answered the Brahmin.
“Well, Brahmin, show me exactly where you stood,” said the Jackal.
“Here,” said the Brahmin. “I stood here in the road looking in the cage at the cruel Tiger.”
“Where were you, Tiger?” asked the Little Jackal.
“Why, I stood in the cage, so!” answered the Tiger jumping into the cage, “and my head was leaning against the iron bars, so!”
“Very good, very good!” said the little Jackal. “But I cannot give judgment until I understand a little more. Why did you not come out by yourself, Tiger? Was the cage-door open, or shut?”
“Why, the cage-door was shut and bolted!” answered the Brahmin.
“Then shut and bolt it,” said the Jackal, “for I must see how all this happened.”