g put Mr. Stubbs inside,
with the others of his tribe, and in a very few moments the boy was
sound asleep, dreaming of a dinner party at which Mr. Stubbs made a
speech and he himself scampered up and down the tent pole.

XI. A STORMY NIGHT

When Toby awoke it was nearly dark, and the bustle around him told very
plainly that the time for departure was near at hand. He rubbed his eyes
just enough to make sure that he was thoroughly awake, and then jumped
down from his rather lofty bed, and ran around to the door of the cage
to assure himself that Mr. Stubbs was safe. This done, his preparations
for the journey were made.

Now Toby noticed that each one of the drivers was clad in rubber
clothing, and, after listening for a moment, he learned the cause of
their waterproof garments. It was raining very hard, and Toby thought
with dismay of the long ride that he would have to take on the top of
the monkeys' cage, with no protection whatever save that afforded by his
ordinary clothing.

While he was standing by the side of his wagon, wondering how he should
get along, Old Ben came in. The water was pouring from his clothes in
little rivulets, and he afforded most unmistakable evidence of the damp
state of the weather.

"It's a nasty night, my boy," said the old driver, in much the same
cheery tone that he would have used had he been informing Toby that it
was a beautiful moonlight evening.

"I guess I'll get wet," said Toby, ruefully, as he looked up at the
lofty seat which he was to occupy.

"Bless me!" said Ben, as if the thought had just come to him, "it won't
do for you to ride outside on a night like this. You wait here, an' I'll
see what I can do for you."

The old man hurried off to the other end of the tent, and almost before
Toby thought he had time to go as far as the ring he returned.

"It's all right," he said, and this time in a gruff voice, as if he were
announcing some misfortune; "you 're to ride in the women's wagon. Come
with me."

Toby followed without a question, though he was wholly at a loss to
understand what the "women's wagon" was, for he had never seen anything
which looked like one.

He soon learned, however, when Old Ben stopped in front--or, rather, at
the end--of a long, covered wagon that looked like an omnibus, except
that it was considerably longer, and the seats inside were divided by
arms, padded, to make them comfortable to lean against.

"Here's the boy," said Ben, a