Shadrach told him.

Isaiah's chief interest seemed to center on the attempted shooting.
"Why the son of a swab!" he cried, excitedly.

"Of all the cheek I ever heard of in my life that Abner Bacheldor's got the heft! To borrer a man's own gun--yes, and cartridges, too--to kill that man's own cat with! Of all the solid brass! He never told me 'twas our cat.

All he wanted to know was could he borrer your gun and somethin' to load it with.

If I'd known--" His employer interrupted him.