"Why, we must cage him in some way," replied Becker; "to let him loose again would be to create fresh uneasiness for ourselves. To kill him would be almost a kind of homicide."
"Can I come in now?" inquired Willis, thrusting his head into the gallery.
"Yes, with perfect safety."
"You see, when Master Ernest begins to spin, he gets into the chapter of miracles, and forgets that we have ears."
"I cannot help seeing them sometimes though, Willis; when they are a little longer than usual, it is difficult to hide them altogether."
"Well," replied Willis, "I confess I am a bit of a fool, and as you are at a loss what to do with our friend here, I shall take him over with me to Shark's Island: there will be a pair of us there then."
"If you will undertake to be his guide and instructor, he is yours, Willis."
"What shall I call him?"
"Jocko."
"It shall go hard with me if I do not make a gentleman of him in a month's time."