m at all disturbed, and he slept peacefully until
morning.

After breakfast no effort was made to deprive the Baby of its liberty,
but no attempt was made on his part to leave the wagon. He relished the
honey and the other delicacies, all of which were undoubtedly, a
surprise to him.

The parent orangs were in sight on the trees beyond, but made no
demonstrations, although they saw the young one crawling and swinging on
and around the wagon.

You may be sure that the petting Baby got was enough to spoil any
infant. Probably, the parents saw the affection lavished on it, or knew
that it was not curtailed of its liberty.

When they again set out on the march Baby kept a firm hold on the
mattress, or lazily swung from the cross bars of the wagon top. It was
having the time of its life.

Before noon of the next day, Baby began to act strangely. It would jump
first to one side, then to the other. Harry, who was in the lead, was
called up, and the wagon stopped. The antics of Baby looked like fear.
Before Harry reached the wagon the Professor and George heard a shot,
and the next moment something struck the canvas top and rolled to the
ground. It was up in an instant and sprang to the back of one of the
yaks, before the Professor, who was driving, could realize what was
happening.

George was off the wagon in an instant, and seeing the strange animal on
the back of the yak, drew his gun, and two shots rang out almost at the
same instant.

When Harry turned back, at the call of the Professor, he saw the animal
in the tree, which was then alongside of the wagon, and without waiting
to give a warning, had shot at it, the bullet going through its
forelegs. The result was it fell, striking the wagon, rolled over, and
then sprang to the back of the yak. George's nimbleness in jumping from
the wagon, and running around, enabled him to get in a shot at the same
time the Professor fired. Both of their shots took effect, and it rolled
to the ground.

"What is it?" asked George.

"A wildcat; no wonder the poor Baby was frightened!"

"How did Baby, inside of the wagon, know of the cat?"

"The wildcat is the mortal enemy of the orang-outan. While they fear to
encounter the grown animals, they will attack the young, and the orangs
seem to have the instinct of danger from that source born in them."

The Baby's nerves were unstrung with the din of the guns, and it was an
hour before he could be calmed down. The wildcat was sk