Jinny. The Taming of a Bad Monkey 
was that there big feller. He stabbed her with 2 
sword cane.” 
But the big fellow had disappeared. It was just 
as well, for the head-keeper was furious when he 
heard that the victim was his favorite, and if he 
had caught that human brute there might have 
been another very unpleasant scene, and equally 
unprofitable. 
Jinny was moaning in the back of the cage. 
The regular keeper had tried to help, but all her 
old-time ferocity seemed aroused. He did not dare 
to come near. As Bonamy hurried to the door, 
the boss arrived and protested. ‘‘Now I advise 
you not to go in, she’s dangerous. You know what 
her temper is.” Yes, Bonamy knew better than 
any of them, but he entered. 
There in the far corner was Jinny, holding her 
hand on the wounded side, moaning a little and 
glaring defiance at all, much as she used to do in the 
early days. She snorted savagely as he came near, 
but he stooped down and talked to her. ‘Now, 
Jinny, now, Jinny! I want to help you! Don’t 
you know me, Jinny?” 
At length he prevailed so far that she allowed him 
to lift her hands and examine the wound, not big 
but deep and painful. He washed it with antiseptic 
and put on a sticking plaster. She moaned while 
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