"How do you know?" asked Regnan.
"It was my boy who kept the vest, coat, and beaver in the lead. Tell the adventure yourself."
"Not here! I will tell it to Kitty."
"What about yourself, parson?" asked Kitty.
"While on my way here," said the preacher, "I stopped my horse at the pond to drink. There was a noise like the breaking of a fiddle string."
"The fiddle again," interrupted Regnan, and held it up.
"My horse became frightened and ran through the pond. I fell off, waded out, and have not seen the horse since."
"That's true, ladies and gentlemen."
"How do you know?" asked the preacher.