treatment at your hands."

But this speech had no meaning in the ears of the monkeys, who said to
each other:

"Hear him bark! He jabbers away almost as if he could talk!"

By this time a large crowd of monkeys had surrounded the tree, some
being barefooted boy-monkeys, and some lady-monkeys dressed in silken
gowns and gorgeous raiment of the latest mode, and others men-monkeys
of all sorts and conditions. There were dandified monkeys and
sober-looking business monkeys, as well as several who appeared to be
politicians and officials of high degree.

"Stand back, all of you!" shouted one of the soldiers. "We're going to
capture this remarkable beast for the royal menagerie, and unless you
stand out of the way he may show fight and bite some one."

So they moved back to a safe distance, and the soldier-monkey prepared
to throw a rope.

"Stop!" cried Zingle, again; "do you take me for a thief, that you try
to bind me? I am a prince of the royal blood, and unless you treat me
respectfully I shall have my father, the King, march his army on you
and destroy your whole country."

"He barks louder," said the soldier. "Look out for him; he may be
dangerous." The next moment he threw the rope and caught poor Zingle
around his arms and body, so that he was helpless. Then the
soldier-monkey pulled hard on the rope, and Prince Zingle fell out of