This was worse. The Ape was knocked head over heels by inger coming back out of the stable at top speed. If you ad not known he was a cat， you might have thought he as a ginger.coloured streak of lightning. He shot across he open grass， back into the crowd. No one wants to meet cat in that state. You could see animals getting out of his ay to left and right. He dashed up a tree， whisked around， nd hung head downwards. His tail was bristled out till it as nearly as thick as his whole body： his eyes were like aucers of green fire： along his back every single hair stood n end.
“I’d give my beard，” whispered Poggin， “to know whether hat brute is only acting or whether it has really found omething in there that frightened it！”
“Peace， friend，” said Tirian， for the Captain and the Ape ere also whispering and he wanted to hear what they aid. He did not succeed， except that he heard the Ape nce more whimpering “My head， my head，” but he got he idea that those two were almost as puzzled by the cat‘s ehaviour as himself.
“Now， Ginger，” said the Captain. “Enough of that noise. ell them what thou hast seen.”
“Aii.Aii.Aaow.Awah，” screamed the Cat.
“Art thou not called a Talking Beast？” said the Captain.
