"Now that it is over,
what do you propose to do next?"
"Watch me!"
The lad made fast one end of the rope to the ship's rail, the
baboon peering down suspiciously.
"Oh, I'm after you, you rascal," jeered Teddy, shaking a fist at
the ugly face above him.
After testing the rope, Teddy began climbing it hand over hand.
Then the spectators divined his purpose.
"The boy is all right," nodded Mr. Sparling approvingly.
"That is the time that he got the best of you, Phil."
"He is welcome to the job," answered Phil. "You haven't captured
the baboon yet."
Teddy, by this time, was halfway up the mast. It seemed a dizzy
climb, but the lad was so used to being up high that he did not
mind it in the least.
"Hey, down there!" he called.
"What is it?"
"Better get out a small net so you can catch him. I'm going to
shake him down as I would a ripe apple. If you catch him in the
net he will tangle himself up so that he cannot get away."
"That is a good idea," approved Mr. Sparling. "Get the net, and
hold it in readiness."
Teddy, in the meantime, was working his way up.
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