The monkey, awakened by Toby's cries, started from his sleep in
affright and jumped into the nearest tree, only to chatter, jump,
and swing from the boughs when he saw that there was nothing very
unusual going on, save that he and Toby were out in the woods
again, where they could have no end of a good time and do just as
they liked.
After a few moments spent in a short jubilee at their escape Toby
took the monkey on his shoulder and the bundles under his arm again,
and went cautiously out to the edge of the thicket, where he could
form some idea as to whether or no they were pursued.
He had entered the woods at the brow of a small hill when he had
fled so hastily on the previous evening, and, looking down, he could
see the spot whereon the tents of the circus had been pitched, but
not a sign of them was now visible. He could see a number of people
walking around, and he fancied that they looked up every now and
then to where he stood concealed by the foliage.
This gave him no little uneasiness, for he feared that Mr. Lord or
Mr. Castle might be among the number, and he believed that they
would begin a search for him at once, and that the spot where
their attention would first be drawn was exactly where he was then
standing.
"This won't do, Mr. Stubbs," he said, as he pushed the monkey higher
up on his shoulder and started into the thickest part of the woods;
"we must get out of this place an' go farther down, where we can
hide till tomorrow mornin'.
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