"Who did shoot her?" asked Squire Collins.
"Your boy, James," answered the deacon, slowly.
Squire Collins was very disagreeably surprised. He was not a man who liked to part with money, and he saw how he had been trapped.
"Did you see James shoot the cow?" he demanded sharply.
"N—o; I can't say I did," replied the deacon, cautiously.
"I don't believe he did it then. Did he admit it to you?"
"N—o. I didn't ask him about it."
"Then, Deacon Miller, permit me to say that you have no case against him, and I am not responsible for your unfortunate loss.
"Somebody else saw it!" remarked the deacon triumphantly.
"Who was it?"