Cohen was trying to learn how to walk on his hands, under the guidance of Jerry Gilroy and Slim Robinson.
As for Chet Morton, the mischief-maker, he was sitting on the window-sill, meditating. And when Chet Morton meditated, it usually meant that a practical joke was in the offing.
"I'll bet you can't 'skin the cat' on that trapeze, Jerry," he called out suddenly.
Jerry Gilroy looked up.
"Skin the cat?" he said. "Of course I can."
"Bet you can't."
"Bet I can."
"Can't."
"Can."
"Do it, then."
"Watch me."
As every boy knows, "skinning the cat" is an acrobatic feat that does not necessarily embrace cruelty to animals. Jerry Gilroy was not unjustly proud of his prowess on the trapeze and Chet Morton's doubt of his ability to perform one of the simplest stunts in his repertoire made him resolve to "skin the cat" as slowly and elaborately as lay within his power.
He grasped the trapeze bar with both hands, then swung forward, raising his feet from the floor, bending his knees. Chet edged forward, presumably to get a better view of proceedings, but at the same time he tightened his grip on
