"Does he smoke, 'r chew, 'r drink ?" "Its considered by the faculty and all the scientific gents that proof of his being a near relation to the human race is found in the fact that he has a weakness for intoxicating liquors," said the Professor, sadly.
"We've tried to reform him, but he refuses to become teetotal, showing how much a man he is." Bill and Ben and Mike and Fred applauded these sentiments.

Then they returned to the Emu bar and had another drink.
"Four thousan' bloomin' quid fer a blanky monkey!" said Bill, and he looked dreamily at his companions.

"Four thousand quid!" he added.

"It's a sin." "Now, supposin' that monkey was to get away! There'd be four thousan' o' th' best tearin' round in th' bush fer anyone t' drop on." "He couldn't," said Mike, "outer that iron cage." "He could," said Bill, "if he was helped." Ben, Mike and Fred woke up.
They looked hard at Bill.

Bill had a grave, still face.