“Oh, yes!” said Mark laughing. “I can make him do what I like. Here, Bruff.”
The dog came to him sidewise, keeping an eye on the monkey; and as soon as Morgan saw that Bruff was held by the collar he turned to the monkey.
“Here, Jack, come down!”
The monkey paid no heed, but swung himself to and fro, straining out his neck to peep round the mate and get a look at the dog.
“Do you hear, sir! come down!” cried the mate.
He was now so near that he could reach within a yard of where the active animal hung, and it looked down in his face with a comical look, and began to chatter, as if remonstrating and calling his attention to the dog, which uttered a low growl.
“Quiet, Bruff!” cried Mark.
“If you don’t come down, Jack, I’ll heave you overboard.”
There was another voluble burst of chattering, but the monkey did not stir.
“Shall I fetch him down, sir?” said Billy grinning.