The man in charge of the wild animals that were to go to the circus knew how to look after them.  He knew which ones had to be kept warm, and which ones cold.

“You must cover up the monkeys’ cages these nights,” said the man to a sailor one afternoon, as he saw Mappo and the others shivering.  “Keep them warm.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” answered the sailor, which was his way of saying, “Yes, sir!”

Heavy coverings were spread over the monkeys’ cages every night, but even then Mappo shivered, and so did the others.  It was quite different from the warm jungle where he could sleep out of doors with only his own fur for a bedquilt.

“I guess we’ll have to move the monkeys down below, if it gets much colder,” said the animal man to the sailor.  “They’ll freeze up here.”

“Free-e-e-e-eze!  I-I-I-I—­I g-g-g-g-guess we will!” chattered Mappo, and he shivered so that he stuttered when he talked.  Of course he spoke monkey language, and the men could not understand him.  But they could understand his shivering, and soon they began to move the cages to a warmer place.

Mappo and the other animals who need to be kept warm were lowered through a hole down inside the ship.  It was in a place called a “hold.”  And it was called that, I suppose, because it was made to hold the cargo of wild animals carried by the ship.

Mappo did not like it so well down in this part of the ship as he had liked it on deck.  But it was warmer, and that was a great deal.  Still he could not see the little patch of blue sky that had reminded him of his jungle home.

“I wonder what has become of Sharp-Tooth, the big tiger?” asked Mappo, of one of the other monkeys.

“Oh, I saw them lower his cage down into another part of the ship,” said a big monkey.  “I am glad of it, too, for I don’t like him so near us.  He might break out some night, and bite us.”

“He wanted me to let him out,” said Mappo.

“Gracious!  I hope you didn’t think of such a thing!” cried a little girl monkey.

“No, I didn’t,” Mappo said.

“How did you happen to know the tiger?” asked the big monkey.

“Oh, he tried to get me once,” Mappo answered, “and I threw an empty cocoanut shell in his face!”

“You did!” cried all the other monkeys.

“How brave you were!” said the little girl monkey.

Mappo was beginning to feel that way himself!

For several days nothing much happened to Mappo, after he and his monkey friends had been moved to the warm part of the ship.  They had things to eat, and water to drink, and they slept a good deal of the time.  One day the sailor who always fed Mappo stood in front of the cage, and, looking in, said: 

“I wonder if you’d bite me if I petted you a bit?  You look like a nice chap, and I like monkeys.  I wonder if I couldn’t teach you some tricks.  Then you’d be worth more to the circus.  You’ll have to learn tricks in the circus, anyhow, and you might as well begin now.  I think I’ll pet you a bit.”