hard, and cried "Water!" over and over again, in his monkey language,
no one paid any attention to him.

On and on went the natives, carrying the little monkey in a crate.
After a while some other black men came along another path, and they,
too, had boxes slung on poles, and in the boxes were other animals. In
one was a big striped tiger, and when Mappo saw him, the monkey crouched
down in a corner of his box and covered his eyes with his paws.

"Oh, maybe it's the same tiger that tried to catch me, and whom I hit on
the head with the empty cocoanut," thought Mappo. "If it is, he'll be
very angry at me, and try to get me.

"Oh dear! This is too bad. I guess this is the end of me!" Mappo cried.

The natives carrying Mappo, in his box, ran forward with him, and as he
looked out, he saw that his crate was close to the one in which was the
growling, striped tiger.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" thought poor Mappo. "He'll get me sure!"




CHAPTER V

MAPPO ON THE SHIP


Mappo, who had taken his paws down from his eyes long enough to look at