Evidently it was a lazy monkey.
"Do you hear ?" said Verkimier, sternly.
The orang moved uneasily, but still declined to go.
Turning sharply on it, the professor bent down, placed a hand on each of his knees and stared through the blue goggles into the animal's face.
This was more than it could stand.

With a very bad grace it hobbled off to the Durian tree, ascended it with a sort of lazy, lumbering facility, and hurled down some of the fruit without warning those below to look out.
"My little frond is obstinate sometimes," remarked the naturalist, picking up the fruit, "but ven I bring my glasses to bear on him he alvays gives in.

I never found zem fail.

Come now; eat, an' ve vill go to vork again.

Ve must certainly find zee booterflies somevere before night." [Illustration: "DO YOU HEAR ?" SAID VERKIMIER, STERNLY .-- PAGE 187.] But Verkimier was wrong.