He kicked hard--and often.

His fury increased with the measures he took to wreak it.
"Jim! Jim!" pleaded Madame Marve, "you'll ruin the skin." The Missing Link's skin was an expensive item, but the Professor forgot his cupidity in vindicating himself as an outraged husband.

He continued to kick, and then, taking Nickie by the scruff and the back, he rushed him from the tent, and pitched him headlong into the garish day.
There were a few youths and half a score of children loitering about.
Fortunately, the mask-like structure covering Nickie's nose, cheeks and chin, had fallen into place, and what the loiterers saw was infuriated man kicking a gigantic monkey, and assailing him with vehement profanity.
The sight was sufficiently amazing.

The children fled, screaming, to carry the astonishing news through the township.

The youths stood off and yelled.
The Missing Link rolled to some distance, and backed against a tree.
"Don't show your nose inside my show again, you dirty crawler!" said the great entrepreneur.