Tap! Tap! Tap!
Now the taps were not specially loud and, aside from that fact, there is, as a rule, nothing particularly unusual about an innocent tap, nor, for that matter, about two nor yet three of them.
But, in this case, you see—everything was so very still with even Monkey not so much as uttering a sound, that——
Tap! Tap! Tap!
There it was again!
And, oddest of all, it seemed to come from a point high over their heads.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
And at this you may be sure the business of thinking of stories was entirely forgotten. Instead, every ear was alert. It now seemed certain that the taps had come from the top of the biggest blue pole.
“Ahoy, whoever you are—what is it you want?” called Lion, as he directed his eyes and his voice toward that point in the roof where the pole passed through to the skies.
Tap! Tap! Tap! came the answer.