At the sight of the shearers before his cage, the Missing Link simulated a paroxysm of ungovernable rage.

He bit, glared, roared, and reaching his mighty claws towards Bill, made murderous sweeps in the air, as if desirous of disembowelling that hapless young man.
"That's curious." said Professor Thunder, regarding the shearer sternly.
"My Link don't often go on like that, and when he does he has good reason.

See here, young gentlemen, what did you have to do with the purloining of my man-monkey Saturday night ?" Bill protested fiercely.

"Never put a hand on yer blanky monkey.

Wouldn't touch him with er forty-foot pole." "Well, he as good as says you did." Bill grinned.