This monkey was a big, powerful brute, and as ugly-looking a specimen of his family as I ever set my eyes on.

He was generally fastened by means of a strap around his waist and a rope some five or six feet long, in the engine-room, but one morning Mark, without the engineer's knowledge, unfastened him and took him on deck.

The sight of the ocean and his strange surroundings frightened him badly, and after Mark pulled him about the deck a while he took him down stairs and treated him to beer and pretzels, then brought him back to the deck and gave him some more exercise.

Becoming tired of the sport at last Mark took him back to the engine-room.

The iron grating around the first cylinder enabled the monkey to get his head on a level with Mark's as he descended the stair and Mr.Monk flew at his throat with a shriek of rage.