“Has he the toothache?” asked Chacko.
“I hardly think he has,” the fox answered.
“Well, then I don’t know him,” said the other, holding his paw up to his jaw. “I never heard of Mappo.”
“Tum Tum, or some of the animal friends I have met, spoke of him,” said Sharp Eyes. “He likes cocoanuts I believe.”
“Oh, we monkeys all do,” said Chacko. “But I couldn’t eat any now, on account of my tooth. However, I don’t know Mappo.”
Sharp Eyes talked a little while longer to Chacko, to try to make the little furry chap forget his troubles, and the monkey did for a time. Then Sharp Eyes went to sleep.
Sharp Eyes was suddenly awakened by feeling his cage lifted up and set down again. The fox could feel the wind blowing on him, and he knew he must be outside the train. But he liked the fresh air.
“I wonder where I am?” he inquired, partly aloud.
“We are on a wagon, being ridden through the streets of a big city,” answered Chacko, the monkey, who was on the same wagon as Sharp Eyes, but in a different cage. The monkey’s toothache was better now.
“What’s a city?” asked Sharp Eyes.