"How?" inquired Burke.
"Monkeys," said Hogan—a little more brittle than before.
"Monkeys?" repeated Burke politely.
"Yes, monkeys!" roared Hogan, dancing up and down with the pain of his scalded hands. "Monkeys—that's plain enough, ain't it? Monkeys, blast you!—MONKEYS!"
To the group came one of the circus men.
"The door of the monkey car is open!" he announced breathlessly. "The monkeys have escaped."
"You don't say!" said Coussirat heavily.
"Yes," said the circus man. "And, look here, we'll have to find them; they couldn't have got away from the train until it stopped just now."
"Are they intelligent," inquired Coussirat in a velvet voice, "same as the billboards say?"
"Of course," said the circus man anxiously.