Now, you just feel his shoulder." Then Peter lifted up his cane and gave the pig a poke.

He poked it two or three times, and he had just remarked, "That certainly is a splendid pig," when he gave it another poke, and then somehow the pistol in the cane went off and the pig rolled over and expired.
[Illustration: HOW THE PIG WAS KILLED] "What in the mischief d'you do that for ?" exclaimed Keyser, amazed and indignant.
"Do it for?
_I_ didn't do it! This cane must've been made out of an old gun-barrel with the load left in.

I never had the least idea, I pledge _you_ my word, that there was anything the matter with it." "That's pretty thin," said Keyser; "you had a grudge agin that pig because you couldn't scare up a pig like him, and you killed him on purpose." "That's perfectly ridiculous." "Oh, maybe it is.

You'll just fork over two hundred dollars for that piece of pork, if you please." "I'll see you in Egypt first." * * * * * Peter whipped; but if Keyser _did_ give in first, Peter went home with a bleeding nose, and the next day he was arrested for killing the pig.

The case is coming up soon, and Peter's brother is on, ready to testify about that cane.