“I think we’d better move on,” whispered Tibbs.
“’Es. They don’t seem very pleased we’ve come, do they?”
“If we can find some of the Monkey People,” said Tibbs, after they had flown some distance further, “they’d be able to tell us which way to go.”
“It’ll be lovely to see Monkey People,” said Kiddiwee.
“It’ll be more lovely to get out of this beastly hot-house,” answered his brother. “We must reach Celia, and help her to find the West Wind, and it will be gone if we don’t hurry.”
“It’s miserable without Cece!” pouted Kiddiwee, with tears in his eyes.
“Hum!” said Tibbs gruffly. “I can’t see a monkey anywhere!”
Scarcely had he said this, when Bang! Crash! Down came a cocoanut, just missing his head by half an inch!
The Monkey People had found them, and were sending a greeting.
“Hurrah! We’ve found them!” cried Tibbs, as he dodged another nut. “It’s a jolly good thing they can’t throw straight.”