ing morning, it would have taken
far more of a philosopher than Old Ben was to persuade the boy that
monkeys did not possess reasoning faculties.

The monkey was busy at Toby's ears, nose, and mouth, as monkeys will do
when they get an opportunity, and the expression of its face was as
grave as possible. Toby firmly believed that the monkey's face showed
sorrow at his fall, and he imagined that the attentions which were
bestowed upon him were for the purpose of learning whether he had been
injured or not.

"Don't worry, Mr. Stubbs," said Toby, anxious to reassure his friend, as
he sat upright and looked about him. "I didn't get hurt any; but I would
like to know how I got 'way over here."

It really seemed as if the monkey was pleased to know that his little
friend was not hurt, for he seated himself on his haunches, and his face
expressed the liveliest pleasure that Toby was well again--or at least
that was how the boy interpreted the look.

By this time the news of the accident had been shouted ahead from one
team to the other, and all hands were hurrying to the scene for the
purpose of rendering aid. As Toby saw them coming he also saw a number
of small forms, looking something like diminutive men, hurrying past
him, and for the first time he understood how it was that the aged
monkey was at liberty, and knew that those little dusky forms were the
other occupants of the cage escaping to the woods.

"See there, Mr. Stubbs! see there!" he exclaimed, pointing toward the
fugitives; "they're all going off into the woods! What shall we do?"

The sight of the runaways seemed to excite the old monkey quite as much
as it did the boy. He sprung to his feet, chattering in the most excited
way, screamed two or three times, as if he were calling them back, and
then started off in vigorous pursuit.

"Now he's gone too!" said Toby, disconsolately, believing the old fellow
had run away from him. "I didn't think Mr. Stubbs would treat me this
way!"

CHAPTER VIII.

CAPTURE OF THE MONKEYS.

The boy tried to rise to his feet, but his head whirled so, and he felt
so dizzy and sick from the effects of his fall, that he was obliged to
sit down again until he should feel able to stand. Meanwhile the crowd
around the wagon paid no attention to him, and he lay there quietly
enough, until he heard the hateful voice of Mr. Lord, asking if his boy
were hurt.

The sound of his voice affected Toby very much as the chills-and-