The school had a deep narrow crocodile pit into which monkeys could be thrown. The elation, the applause, was tremendously fulfilling if one could catch a monkey for all to watch. In their seventh week Nang and Eng captured a large monkey and presented it to Met Din.
“This is a fine animal,” Met Din congratulated the students. “Today, you be the instructors. I’ll watch with the class.” Eng tied the monkey’s arms behind its back. Nang hooked his rope about the animal’s neck, hooked it exactly as he himself had been hooked in the dark the night he was brought to the school. The monkey shrieked, lunged, struggled against the restraints. “Make him run with you,” a cadreman called, and Nang took off at a sprint. The monkey ran but soon stumbled facedown and screamed. Nang jerked it up, ran aga
