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He did not wish any harm to happen to his father or mother, or sisters or brothers, you know, but he was so lonesome, that he wanted to see some of them. The natives thrust long poles through the slats of Mappo's box, and, putting the poles over their shoulders, off through the jungle they started to march.
"Hello yourself!" answered Tum Tum, and his voice was deep and rumbling, away down in his long nose or trunk, while Mappo's was chattery and shrill, as a monkey's voice always is. "Well, where did you come from?" asked Mappo. "I've often seen you, or some elephant friends of yours in the jungle. How did you get on this ship with the other animals?
Then Mappo did his other tricks turning somersaults, standing on his head, and even riding a little bicycle the man had made for him. That was Mappo's best trick, and one that ended his part of the circus. He rode around a little wooden platform on the bicycle, holding a flag over his shoulder, and my! how the children did laugh at that. Mappo did not see all the circus.
He wanted to hang by his tail, and do other things, as he had done in the jungle. "He's a lively little fellow, anyhow," said the circus man, as he opened the door of Mappo's cage. "Come on out, old chap," he went on, "and let's see what you look like." Very gently he took Mappo out, and Mappo was very quiet.
Perhaps he wanted the sugar, and, again, he might not have wanted to make trouble for his kind friend, the sailor, who had let him out. Anyhow, Mappo came slowly down, and took some of the sugar from the sailor's hand. The sailor took hold of the collar around Mappo's neck. "Now lock up that monkey!" cried the captain. "And if he runs away again, we'll whip him."
Mappo's fur was all ruffled by being caught in the net, and he now began to smooth that out, until he looked more like himself. He peered through between the slats of his cage with his queer little eyes, and there was a sad look in them, if any one had noticed. But no one did. The natives were getting ready to carry Mappo to the coast.
Oh, my baby is left behind in the room, and the stairs are all on fire. How can I get him?" "What, is there a baby in the house?" cried Mappo's trainer. "Yes. In that room where the window is," she said. "Oh, but we can't get him." "Yes, I think we can!" said the circus man. "Mappo, my monkey is very strong, and he is a good climber.
Mappo called to them, in his own language, and told them to take the news to his papa and mamma that he had been caught in a net, and was being taken away to a far country. The wild monkeys promised that they would let Mr. and Mrs. Monkey know what had become of Mappo. In this way Mappo's folks learned what had happened to him, but they never saw him again, nor did he see them.
"The firemen will get your baby," they said. "Oh, they will never be in time!" the woman cried. Just then Mappo's circus trainer came running up. "Oh, here you are!" he cried to Mappo. "I was afraid you had run away again." "No! No!" chattered Mappo, in his own language. Mappo reached up, and put his arms around the keeper's neck. Just then the woman cried again: "My baby!
My! what a noise those monkeys made, shouting and chattering in the jungle. You could hear them for a mile or more. It was their way of telephoning to Mappo's papa. Monkeys cannot really telephone, you know that is, not the way we do but they can shout, one after another, so as to be heard a long way off.
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