Turning his head quickly, he saw the ape about twenty paces to one side aiming the revolver at him.
Then Billie lost his temper.
"This thing has got to stop," he exclaimed. "I'll be doggoned if I'm going to stand for it any longer."
He ran quickly toward the ape, and fell on his knees as he had seen the ape do, and raised his hands in supplication.
The animal quirked its head and fairly beamed with pleasure as it slowly advanced and stood beside him.
But its simian smile was quickly turned to surprise, for like a flash Billie snatched the weapon from its hand and aimed it at the animal's head.
"Now," he said, "you come with me."
The animal made no move.
"We'll see whether you will come or not," said Billie, and stooping down he broke off a good-sized sprout from a live oak. "Now, march!" and he raised the whip.
It was the one thing needed. The beast had evidently felt the touch of a whip before, for it raised its arm and danced about as though going through some circus maneuver.