"Of course he would, sir. I say, Master Harry, hadn't you better tell old Sree to get up and sit on the basket too?"
"Hardly room, is there?" said Harry seriously.
"Plenty, sir, if you make those chaps squeedge up together a bit."
"But the basket's so tickle, Mike, and their weight might send it over sidewise. If it did the basket would go nearly flat, the lid would be burst off, and where should be we then?"
"I know where I should be, sir," said Mike—"indoors."
"You wouldn't have time, for those beasts are so wonderfully active that this one would be out of the basket like a flash of lightning."
"Would he, sir? Then don't you do it. Let him be. What is it, sir—a leopard?"
"Oh no, not a leopard, Mike."
"What, then? One of those big monkeys we've never yet got a sight of?"
"Monkey? Oh no."