Two other men had joined in the chase now, and it was their
shouts that had awakened the Circus Boys.
"Come on, here's sport!" shouted Teddy Tucker starting on a run
after the fleeing Bruiser. The latter tried to climb up the
smoke stack and narrowly missed being captured in the attempt.
At the same time he burned his feet, filling him with rage and
resentment, so that, when the keeper grabbed him, the former's
face was badly scratched.
Round and round the deck ran pursued and pursuers, the baboon
having not the slightest difficulty in eluding his followers,
Teddy chasing gleefully and howling at the top of his
shrill voice.
Others joined the chase, until well nigh half the boat's company
raced yelling up and down the decks. Mr. Sparling was one of
the number, though he devoted most of his attention to directing
the others.
One mast had been erected on the boat from which to fly flags,
and from this rope braces ran off forward and aft.
Finally Bruiser was so hard pressed that he took to this rigging
and ran up one of the ropes to the mast, where he perched on the
end of a spar and appeared to mock his pursuers.
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