For they can understand our talk, you know.  Else how would a horse know when to start and stop, when the driver tells him?  Or how would your dog know when to come to you, and to lie down when you tell him to, if he didn’t understand you?  Tell me that, if you please.

So Mappo understood the tiger, and the tiger understood Mappo.

The little monkey, still keeping tight hold of the empty cocoanut shell, looked at the crouching tiger as bravely as he could.  Nearer and nearer crept the striped beast.  But don’t you be afraid.  I have a way of saving Mappo, and I’m going to do it, too!

“Chatter!  Chatter!  Chip!  Chip!  Whew!  Zur-r-r-r-r!” went Mappo in his queer monkey talk.  That was his way of calling for help.  All monkeys do that in the jungle, when they are in danger.  They want a whole lot more monkeys to come and help them.

“There’s no use in your calling that way!” growled the tiger, deep in his throat.  “Nobody can hear you!”

Mappo began to believe that this was so.  All the monkeys seemed to have gone away from that part of the jungle.  He was all alone with the tiger.

Now Mappo was a brave little chap, but being brave is not going to do one much good, when there’s a tiger in the way.  So Mappo thought, besides being brave, he might be polite, and ask a favor of the tiger.  For animals are often more kind to one another than we think.  If you watch them sometimes, as I have done, you will see that this is so.

So Mappo made up his mind he would ask the tiger, as a favor, not to bite or eat him.

“And, if he won’t be kind to me,” thought Mappo, “well, then maybe something else will happen.  Maybe papa will come, with a whole lot more monkeys, and drive the tiger away.  Or, if he does not, well, maybe something else will happen,” and Mappo looked at the empty cocoanut shell in his paw.

“Please let me go, Mr. Tiger!” begged Mappo.  “I never did anything to you.  Let me go!”

“No.  I’ll not!” growled the tiger.  “I’m hungry and I want something to eat.  I chased after a goat half the morning, but it got away from me.  Then I tried to get a little deer, but it ran back with the rest of the deer, and, as the big deer had such sharp horns, I dared not go after it.  So I haven’t had anything to eat, and I’m very hungry.  You haven’t any horns, none of your monkey friends are near, and I’m going to eat you!”

Mappo looked to see how far it was to the nearest tree.  It was some distance off, but the little monkey boy knew if he could reach it he would be safe.  For, in the tree, he could run much faster, from branch to branch, than could the tiger on the ground.  But in getting over the ground on his four paws the monkey was a bit slow.  And the tiger, in one jump could grab Mappo if the monkey started to run.

“Well, there’s no use trying to get away from him by running on the ground,” thought Mappo.  “He’d have me in a second.  And there’s no use asking a favor of him.  He seems to be mad at me.  I wonder how I can get away from him!”