rage. A second later the other monkey leaped back on the bear's
head and began to dance and scratch wildly, in the meanwhile
scattering the bun crumbs in all directions.

"Hi! hi! whata you do to de monks?" demanded the Italian. "You
letta de monks alone!"

"I'm not touching, the monks," replied Torn, and slipped out of
sight in the crowd.

By this time the bear had swallowed the larger portion of the bun
given to him. It was the more peppery of the two, and it brought
tears to the beast's eyes. With a roar of rage he, turned and
shook the monkey from his head and leaped away from his keeper,
dragging his chain after him.

The monkeys were evidently not used to seeing the bear in an ugly
mood, and at once they sought safety by getting out of his reach.
One leaped into a tree and ran like a cat to the top, while the
second pounced on the shoulder of an elderly damsel, who looked
exactly what she was, a hot-tempered old maid.

"Oh, dear!" screamed the elderly damsel. "Take the horrid thing
off! Take it off this minute!"

"Come here, Jocko!" roared the Italian. "Come, Jocko!" and he
held out his hands.

But Jocko had no intention of coming. Instead he clung the
closer, his two forefeet in the lady's hair. The hair was