The foxy fox ran also, and as foxes are good runners, he was soon almost up to Jacko and Jumpo.
"We never can get away from him," said Jacko.
"Never," agreed Jumpo, "and we haven't even one roller skate between us now. Oh, what shall we do?"
Well, they didn't know, and that fox was coming closer and closer, and he almost had them, when, just as the monkey boys turned around a hollow stump corner they saw a little house. Oh, it was the cutest little house, just about large enough for them to get in, and not much more.
"Quick!" cried Jacko. "Into that house with you, Jumpo, and we'll lock the door."
"Whose house is it?" asked the green monkey.
"Never mind. Don't stop to ask questions. Skip in," cried Jacko. So in Jumpo skipped and his brother was right after him, and they were only just in time, for as they shut and locked the door the fox ran slam-bang up against it, if you will pardon me saying so at such an exciting time.
"Come out of there!" called the fox, banging on the door with his paws.
"Indeed, we will not!" answered Jacko and Jumpo most politely, holding tightly to the food chopper. And just then they heard some one walking upstairs in the little house and a voice called down:
"Who is there? Who is knocking at my door?"