"
"The animals have escaped. There's a lion on the hurricane
deck!" they heard a voice below shout in terrified tones.
"Do you think that's it?" called Phil.
"Lion, nothing! Didn't I tell you I knew that voice? There he
is now. See him hand out the hoofs at the pilot house. He must
have a grudge against Cummings. I know. He's paying the fellow
back for trying to tie me up."
"But--but, how did he ever get up here?"
"Go it, January! Kick the daylights out of him! I'll give you a
whole peck of sugar if you kick the house into the river, pilot
and all."
"Whoa! Whoa, January!" shouted Phil.
The donkey, for it was January himself, and not a savage
beast that was acting the part of a battering ram and rapidly
demolishing the pilot house, paused for a second; then, moving
to a new position, he began once more hammering at the structure.
"How did he ever get up here, Teddy?"
"I don't know. I know I am glad he did, that's all.
Let him kick."
"I'm going to try to catch him."
"Keep away, Phil. He'll have you in the river. He has a fit.
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