The monkey moaned and whined piteously, and kept its eyes fixed upon the dog, who was watching him all the time.
“Ah, well: I forgives you!” said Billy. “Now, then, sir, what next?”
“Bring him to the dog.”
“But he thinks the dog’s going to eat him, sir.”
“Then let’s teach him better,” said Mark. “Here, Bruff, make friends here.”
Bruff looked up at his master and gave his tail a couple of wags. Then turning to the monkey again he seemed lost in thought.
“He won’t bite now, will he, sir?” said Billy.
“No, he’s all right; but will the monkey bite?”
“Not he, sir. I should like to catch him at it. Now, Jack,” he continued, with one arm round his companion, “shake hands.”
He held the animal forward toward Bruff, who was watching him stolidly, and gave his head a shake.