y day, you know."

"What kind of lights do you suppose they will have?"

"Ark-lights, of course," said the ex-Pirate. "What other kind would you
expect on a boat of this kind? Did you suppose the two Tapirs would be
bright enough? If you had ever had any dealings with a Tapir you would
know what a stupid beast he is. Don't you remember my classic about him:

"Said the Monkey to the Tapir,
One Sunday afternoon,
'Won't you let me have some paper, etc., etc, ...

"The Tapir sold writing-paper, you see. But he was too stupid to get
along in the business. That's why it is called a stationary business."

Tommy was about to answer--he hardly knew what--when a bump and a squeal
interrupted the conversation. The sleeping Gopher had fallen off the
rafter. This accident might have caused a good deal of trouble if a
great hubbub had not started at the other end of the room at the same
moment. There were squeals and howls and yelps, as if one was being
killed. In the rush and confusion the Gopher mixed with the crowd, and
Tommy could only occasionally catch a glimpse of his pink sun-bonnet
bobbing up now and then in the swarm that was struggling in the
distance.

"I wonder what has happened?" said the little boy, leaning as far
forward as he dared.

"First fight, I guess," muttered the ex-Pirate, "But I think we had
better stay up here and wait till it's all over."

"I guess we had," assented Tommy. But they did not have to wait very
long, for the Gopher soon came scurrying back and climbed quickly up
beside them.

"Goodness! Goodness me!" he cried.

"What's the matter?" asked the ex-Pirate, eagerly.

"The Dachshund was playing tag with a Chinese Pug, and he fell through
the trap-door."

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Tommy.

"You ought to see him," pursued the Gopher. "He fell all the way down to
the hold, and his legs are jammed away up into his body and twisted all
out of shape. They're only about three inches long now, and even the
Elephant could not pull them out straight. He is disfigured for all
time."

"Can't any one help him?" asked the ex-Pirate.

"He won't let any one. The Duck, who was educated in divers practices,
offered his services as doctor, but the Dachshund would not have him.
Said he was a quack." There was a brief silence; then the Gopher added:
"They are trying to find out who opened the trap-door, and so I ran
away. I came in that way; but I'm sure I shut the trap after me."

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