There was already a large and vociferous crowd in the road, staring up at the gorilla, gesticulating and yelling, and people were coming running from all directions.

On the side of the road stood Kit See, weeping, and brandishing his arms helplessly in the face of this grand calamity.
Aloft, on the top of one of the chimneys, about three feet above the roof, sat the gorilla.

In one of his hind claws he held the baby's clothing, and the youngster dangled, apparently disregarded by Ammonia, who, despite the terrors of the situation, cut a most ridiculous figure, for he was composedly sucking the milk from the baby's bottle, keeping his vindictive eyes on the crowd the while.
"For God's sake keep quiet," thundered the Professor to the excited crowd.

"Do not irritate him, and all will be well." He dragged to the ground a heroic Cousin Jack miner who was climbing the verandah post.
"Back, man, back," he cried, "or all is lost." The Professor strode up and down with all a heavy villain's impressiveness and orated.

His eloquence was drowned by a great hullabaloo at the next corner, and with a rattle and a yell four firemen came tearing down the road with a hose-reel.