"'Bout my height was it ?" he said, "with reddish hair all ever him, an' long arms reachin' to his feet almost ?" Reynolds nodded, "Yes, yes," he said, "it's Perfessor Thunder's Missin' Link from the show up back o' the school.

I was in there--I seen him.
He's a terrible-lookin' big monkey, next to a man.

The show's closed, an' the Perfessor's' bin huntin' all over th' place after some-thin'.

That's what--it's his Missini' Link fer a quid." Reynolds gave further explanations, there was more excited talk, and then Watkins suggested an expedition to capture the monster.
"You can bet the showman 'll be glad to pay a bit t' have him back.

He mus' be scared about losin' him, else he wouldn't have kep' it dark.
It'll be a lark, an' it means drinks round at least." So it came about that a party, armed with guns and club and carrying strong ropes, started out from the Bridge Inn, under the guidance of Dan Reynolds, to capture the Missing Link, supposed to be at large in the vicinity of McCarthy's paddock.
Nickie the Kid had awakened from his slumber under the bridge, had partaken further of the whisky, then divesting himself of his overcoat and replacing the mask and head-gear of Mahdi the man-monkey, had gone forth into the bush to proclaim his kingship to the trees, and awaken the echoes of the hills with Bacchic song.