CHAPTER VIII
MAPPO AND HIS TRICKS
Mappo, the merry monkey, gave one look at the big dog rushing at him, and then, with a chatter of fright, sprang right up on the shoulder of the circus man. There Mappo sat, shivering, and looking down at the dog who kept on barking.
"Oh ho! So you're afraid, are you?" asked the man, as he put up his hand and patted Mappo. "Well, you don't need to be, little chap. Prince wouldn't hurt you a bit, would you, old chap?"
"Bow wow!" barked the dog, and I think he meant that he certainly would not—that he loved monkeys. In fact, any one would have loved Mappo, he was so kind and gentle, even though he had not had much training.
"Now, Prince, just show this monkey how you can stand on your head," went on the circus man. "Show him how it's done."
The dog kicked his hind legs up in the air, and there he was, standing up partly on his head, and partly on his forepaws.
"That'll do, Prince!" the man called. "Down!"