"There. Can you beat that?" he demanded triumphantly.
"Very well done," agreed Mr. Sparling. "Now that it is over, what do you propose to do next?"
"Watch me!"
The lad made fast one end of the rope to the ship's rail, the baboon peering down suspiciously.
"Oh, I'm after you, you rascal," jeered Teddy, shaking a fist at the ugly face above him.
After testing the rope, Teddy began climbing it hand over hand.
Then the spectators divined his purpose.
"The boy is all right," nodded Mr. Sparling approvingly.
"That is the time that he got the best of you, Phil."
"He is welcome to the job," answered Phil. "You haven't captured the baboon yet."
Teddy, by this time, was halfway up the mast. It seemed a dizzy climb, but the lad was so used to being up high that he did not mind it in the least.
"Hey, down there!" he called.