Mappo did not like it so well down in this part of the ship as he had liked it on deck. But it was warmer, and that was a great deal. Still he could not see the little patch of blue sky that had reminded him of his jungle home.
"I wonder what has become of Sharp-Tooth, the big tiger?" asked Mappo, of one of the other monkeys.
"Oh, I saw them lower his cage down into another part of the ship," said a big monkey. "I am glad of it, too, for I don't like him so near us. He might break out some night, and bite us."
"He wanted me to let him out," said Mappo.
"Gracious! I hope you didn't think of such a thing!" cried a little girl monkey.
"No, I didn't," Mappo said.
"How did you happen to know the tiger?" asked the big monkey.
"Oh, he tried to get me once," Mappo answered, "and I threw an empty cocoanut shell in his face!"
"You did!" cried all the other monkeys.
"How brave you were!" said the little girl monkey.