The man drew a pistol, aimed at the boy and said in a menacing tone:
“Stop fooling.”
“I ain’t fooling.”
“Then talk out straight what you mean, or something may be sent into you.”
“I was led in here.”
“Come, come, talk up. Who or what led you in here?”
“A cat.”
The men all laughed and Ike appeared as innocent as a kitten when he made the statement.
“A cat led you in here, eh?”
“Yes.”