Away up to the top he went, and, curling his tail around a rope, there he sat. ([Page 71])
"Now lock up that monkey!" cried the captain. "And if he runs away again, we'll whip him."
"No, it was my fault," the sailor said. "And I'd like him to be loose. I can teach him some tricks."
"All right, do as you like," the captain spoke. "Only keep him off the mast."
"I'm not going up there again," thought Mappo to himself. "It is too cold."
"Come along," said the sailor, giving him another lump of sugar, and Mappo put one hairy little paw in the hand of the sailor, and walked along the deck with him.
"I guess you were just scared, old fellow," the man said to the monkey. "When you get quieted down, you and I shall have lots of fun. You are almost as nice as my elephant, Tum Tum."
This was the first Mappo had heard of the elephant. He knew what they were, for he had often seen the big creatures in the jungle, crashing their way through the trees, even pulling some up by the roots, in their strong trunks, to eat the tender green tops of the trees.