Kellyan knew that once again he had 

 met his little Jack. 



" Why, Jacky, I did n't know it was 

 you. I never would have done it if I 

 had known it was you. Jacky, old 

 pard, don't you know me?" 



But Jack stirred not, and Kellyan 

 got up quickly. Back to the hotel he 

 flew; there he put on his hunter's 

 suit, smoky and smelling of pine gum 

 and grease, and returned with a mass 

 of honeycomb to reenter the cage. 



" Jacky, Jacky!" he cried, "honey, 

 honey!" and he held the tempting 

 comb before him. But Monarch lay 

 as one dead now. 



"Jacky, Jacky! don't you know 

 me?" He dropped the honey and laid 

 his hands on the great muzzle. 



The voice was forgotten. The old- 

 JIJJLp' ti me invitation, "Honey, Jacky 

 \\ honey," had lost its power, but the 



