He saw nothing unusual. The boat was slipping along, enveloped
in a cloud of black smoke. The disturbance seemed to be on the
other side of the vessel.
"Come on, Phil. Let's find out what it is all about.
Maybe the boat has struck a rock and we are sinking.
Wouldn't that be fun?"
"I don't see anything funny about that. It would be serious, and
you and I would be out of a job for the rest of the season."
"Don't you care! I have money. Didn't I give you seven-fifty
yesterday and still have some left?"
"Eight," grinned Phil.
By this time the boys had hurried out into the corridor, and
thence to the deck.
"Well, what do you think of that?" howled Teddy.
"Bruiser is out," exclaimed Phil.
Bruiser was a baboon, whose temper was none too angelic. He was
a big heavy fellow, who never lost an opportunity to vent his
temper on whoever chanced to be within reach.
It seems that on this particular occasion a sleepy keeper was
cleaning Bruiser's cage so that it might be neat and presentable
when the show opened. Bruiser had sat on a trapeze far up in the
cage, watching the proceedings with resentful eyes, perhaps
wondering how he might administer a rebuke to the keeper.
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