through grass like so a snake wiggle. I to myself think that funny, and I watch. This man he wiggle more. He wiggle more still, and then he watch. I watch too. I see him have knife in hand, but I am no afraid. I begin to go like snake also, but I bigger snake than he."
"I guess so," laughed Tom, as he watched the man trying in vain to get out of Koku's grip.
"Then I see man look up at balloon bag, so as if he like to cut it with knife. I say to myself, 'Koku, it is time for you to go into business for yourself.' You stand under me?"
"I understand!" exclaimed Tom, "You thought it was time for you to get busy."
"Sure," replied Koku. "Well, I get business, I give one jump, and I am so unlucky as to jump with one foot on him, but I did not mean it. I go as gentle as I can."
"Gentle? You nearly knocked the wind out of me!" snarled the prisoner. "Gentle! Huh!"
"I guess he was the unlucky one, instead of you," put in Tom. "Well, what happened next?"
"I grab him, and—he is still here," said Koku simply. "He throw knife away though."
"I see," spoke Tom. "Now will you give an account of yourself, or shall I hand you over to the police?" he asked sternly of the man. "What were you sneaking up on us in that fashion for?"
