What his meditations were upon while in the chest, would be hard to decide; but when once more protected by the shadow of his own roof, he vowed Jupiter should die, and be cut in pieces before he was done with him.
Phillis went to Miss Janet, and gave her an account of the whole affair, with Bacchus's permission, and the kind old lady came to him with some healing ointment of her own manufacture, and anointed his wounds.
William was sent for; and the result of the discussion was, that he and his father should, early next morning, shoot the much dreaded cat effectually.
This resolution was carried into effect in the following manner.

Phillis went a little in advance with a large bowl of bread and milk, and enticed Jupiter to the hearth.

As he was very hungry, he did not perceive William entering with a very long gun in his hand, nor even Bacchus, his ancient enemy, with a piece of sticking-plaster down his nose and across his forehead.
William was quite a sportsman.

He went through all the necessary formalities.

Bacchus gave the word of command in a low voice: Make ready, take aim, fire--bang, and William discharged a shower of shot into Jupiter's back and sides.