Poles were brought, at the direction of the owner, with which the
men sought to poke Bruiser down. But the poles were too short.
Then the men threw ropes and missiles at the baboon, most of
which went overboard and were lost.
"It is no use. We shall have to wait until he gets ready to come
down," decided Mr. Sparling. "How did he get away?"
The keeper explained.
"He won't come down today," added the man. "That is, so long as
we are here. He is a bad one."
"You do not have to tell me that. Can any of you
offer suggestions? I am not very strong on capturing
escaped animals. Phil, how about it?"
Phil shook his head.
"I have an idea, Mr. Sparling," spoke up Teddy.
"I knew you had, from the expression on your face. What is it?"
"I'll climb up and shake him down."
A loud laugh greeted this remark.
"You couldn't climb up there. The mast is too slippery."
"I'll show you."
"Very well; go ahead."
"Teddy, I think I would keep out of this, were I in your place,"
remarked Phil.
"You keep out of it yourself. I'll show you that I know how
to catch wild beasts.
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