The Dutchman drank and sang and danced, and a hundred times assured the Missing Link of his undying friendship.

True, he had occasional spasms of reawakened amazement, when he would gaze at the man-monkey in stupid wonder, saying: "I don't understand me, Sharlie," but Nickie's extremely human manner of disposing of gin seemed to reassure him, and he would burst into song again.
In due course Nickie grew jovial, and lost all sense of his make-up and his professional reputation, and he sang, too, and caper exuberantly about Schmitz's kitchen, while Schmitz, reclining in a corner on the floor, shook his fat sides with gargantuan roars of laughter.

The sight of this gigantic ape dancing a Highland Fling stirred the drunken Dutchman to wildest merriment; he howled with delight.
"Goot, goot! Some more Sharlie!" he yelled.

"Dance, dance.

Mein Gott, dot's der greadest sight I effer haff see me." This was the strange and awful spectacle Mrs.Schmitz tumbled upon, returning from a week's stay at Rattletrap.