“Yes—by your words. What did you say they did?”
“Nothing but behave to me in a very insulting way, and refuse to carry a message or fetch help.”
“Yes, they did.”
“Yes, I see what you mean. The insolent creatures! They treated me just as if I were another monkey.”
“To be sure; and made a show of you.”
“Yes,” said Stan, beginning to swell with indignation. “Brought no end of people into the yard beyond the bars of the prison grating.”
“And who were the people?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Rough-looking country-folk.”
“To be sure. People coming in from the country; and if we knew the truth of the matter, depend upon it, they took some toll in some kind of provisions for giving them a peep at the Tchili monkey and the foreign devil they had caught.”
“Oh, I say, Mr Blunt, don’t!” cried Stan quickly. “It’s horrible. It’s so degrading.”