But he is a
perfect stranger to me. I don't even know his name."
After several minutes and nothing had happened, Billie decided to
make some effort to get away.
"I might as well be shot as to be prisoner to an ape," he
thought, and so he arose to a sitting posture and surveyed the
scene.
There sat the ape as before, with the automatic pointed at
Billie, but with a puzzled look upon its face. When the lad
finally arose, the ape appeared still more puzzled and at length,
turning the weapon away from Billie, looked into the muzzle.
"That settles it," exclaimed Billie. "He doesn't know how to fire
it. I'll go and take it away from him."
He started toward the animal, which at once pointed the revolver
in Billie's direction. There came a sharp report and a bullet
whizzed by the boy's head.
"Worse and more of it," exclaimed Billie. "He doesn't know how to
use the thing, but he's liable to shoot me as long as I stay in
range. I'll just make myself scarce."
Stooping down, he picked up a good-sized stone and hurled it at
the ape and then, without waiting to see the result of his throw,
jumped into the jungle which lined both sides of the track,
determined to make a detour and if possible lose his unpleasant
companion.
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