"He will win," Chiun said. "You will see."

"I can't wait," Smith said.

The cable car bumped to a stop at the platform and the drunk scurried out of the car, running with his new-found fortune to the nearest bar and, in the process, setting his own lifetime best for the 983-yard run.

When Smith, Remo, and Chiun stepped from the car, they noticed that everyone else in the zoo seemed to be running too.

"Something's happened," Smith said.

"These people are scared," Remo said. A man in

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a zoo guard's uniform ran toward them and Remo collared him.

"What's going on, pal?"

"Brian's escaped," the man said, as if that explained everything. He tried to resume running, but felt rooted to the spot. The skinny man's hand on his shoulder seemed to weigh a ton.

"That's great," Remo said. "Who's Brian?"

"Gorilla. Biggest gorilla in the world. Somebody got him riled and he snapped the cage door. He's going crazy. Lemme go. I gotta call for tranquilizer guns, buddy. Lemme go."

"Which way to the gorilla cage?" Chiun asked.

"Straight ahead," the guard said. "C'mon, lemme go."

Remo released the man's shoulder and the guard fled.

"We'd better leave," Smith said.

"Nonsense," said Chiun. "We will go to the gorilla. This will not really show you how fast Remo can run, but it may restore your faith in him, even if he is white, God help him, present company ex-cepted. Come."

Chiun walked toward the cage. Smith looked at Remo, who shrugged and followed Chiun. And because he could think of no place safer, Smith walked after them.

When they reached the area of the gorilla cage, the zoo was practically empty, and Brian was calming down. If he could be kept there, away from the main walkways of the zoo, it should not be too difficult for zoo guards with tranquilizer guns to recapture him.