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leap from branch to branch, touched the top of the 

 wall, and was over it and out of sight. It is 10 

 feet high, so we could not see where he went. 

 Jogee triumphant. 



"But," I said, "how should he know it was a 

 gun?" 



"He knows everything," said Jogee. "He is 

 an all-knowing one." 



"But you like monkeys," said I; "you have a 

 monkey god. You would not kill one, surely ? " 



"I would," said Jogee, "if he killed me." 



But the master was only intending to frighten 

 him. He said he would never shoot a monkey. 

 Whoever did, would never do it again. Its cries 

 are quite human. 



I advised Poonia now to go up and gather the 

 ripe mangoes, or we should have none left. Poonia 

 is tree-climber to the establishment. Whenever 

 anything is wanted, flowers or fruit, from the top 

 of a tree, he it is who always goes up and fetches 

 it down. With the exception of the tail, there was 

 not much to choose between him and the Langour, 

 as he walked about among the branches, throwing 

 down mangoes. Jogee and the red-hatted door- 



