seems to call us. Ho. Ho. Ho. Only a silly monkey."
Meng Hu tossed down a ripened fruit from the tree—that being the way of all monkeys. The fruit spattered its juices in the chieftain's eyes. "What a sweet-tempered old brute," complained the chief. "Hurry on. We've no time to waste with a monkey."
The robbers rode deeper into the forest and under a spreading tree dismounted. Meng Hu, now feeling that he was a match for forty robbers, followed the trail and spied upon the camp. He saw the knaves divide their booty—gold and jewels flashing in the firelight. There were bales of rich silk; brocades and moires—all rich stuffs. The eyes of Meng popped with amazement. He wished that some day he might own such treasure. But why not own it at once—why wait for some day? Could there be any way to take it from the robbers? He shut his dazzled eyes and thought.
The night was at its most eerie hour—the hour when whitened ghosts appear—when the
