rods, that opened into the cage just back of the seat they were
sitting on. Then he turned slowly around to the driver, and asked,
in a voice sunk to a whisper: "How did you know that I was runnin'
away? Did he tell you?" and Toby motioned with his thumb as if he
were pointing out someone behind him.

It was the driver's turn now to look around in search of the "he"
referred to by Toby.

"Who do you mean?" asked the man, impatiently.

"Why, the old feller; the one in the cart there. I think he knew
I was runnin' away, though he didn't say anything about it; but he
looked just as if he did."

The driver looked at Toby in perfect amazement for a moment, and
then, as if suddenly understanding the boy, relapsed into one of
those convulsive efforts that caused the blood to rush up into his
face and gave him every appearance of having a fit.

"You must mean one of the monkeys," said the driver, after he had
recovered his breath, which had been almost shaken out of his body
by the silent laughter. "So you thought a monkey had told me what
any fool could have seen if he had watched you for five minutes."

"Well," said Toby, slowly, as if he feared he might provoke one of
those terrible laughing spells again, "I saw him tonight, an' he
looked as if he knew what I was doin'; so I up an' told him, an'
I didn't know but he'd told you, though he didn't look to me like
a feller that would be mean."