s watching him stolidly,
and gave his head a shake.

This act produced a frightened start on the monkey's part, and another
burst of chattering.

"Better let him go," said Morgan. "I daresay they'll get used to one
another by and by."

"He'll do it, sir; give him time," said Billy. "Now, Jack, give us your
hand. You just pat his head. Sure he won't bite, sir?"

"Certain," cried Mark.

"It's all right: do you hear, stoopid? Ah! would you bite? You do, and
I'll chuck yer overboard. Now, then."

In spite of the monkey's struggles he forced one hand to within reach of
the dog's head, and pressed it down till he could pat it with the thin
black fingers.

Bruff whined, but he was held by the collar, and suffered the touch
without other protest, while, as if relieved by finding that his hand
was neither burned nor bitten off, the monkey made no resistance the
second time, ending by touching the dog himself, and, as if overcome by
curiosity, struggling to be free, and squatting down and examining the
interior of his new acquaintance's ears.

Bruff half-closed his eyes and made no resistance, and, cautiously
loosening his hold upon the collar but kneeling ready to seize him at
the least inimical display, Mark watched the little comedy which went
on.

For after a rigid examination of one ear, and a loud chattering,
probably a lecture upon its structure, Jack pulled the head over and
proceeded to examine the other ear, after which he made several pokes at
the dog's eyes, and held his head while he looked into them as if they
were something entirely new, all of which Bruff submitted to in the
calmest manner.

"They will not fight now," said the second-mate laughing.

It was evident they would not, for the dog suddenly leaped up and ran
away with the monkey in chase, the one big-headed and clumsy, the other
all activity and life; and for the next ten minutes they were careering
about the deck, chasing each other and in the best of companionship, the
game ending by Jack making a rush and clambering into one of the boats,
where he lay panting and gazing over the side at the dog, who crouched,
blinking up at him with his tongue out, waiting for him to come down.

CHAPTER NINE.

HOW THE STOWAWAY STOWED HIMSELF.

Glorious weather with the coasts of Africa and Europe visible together
as they passed the straits. Then lovely summer days with pleasant winds
as they sailed along the Mediterranean. The passenger