z was small and round, and seemed
to be filled with pink cobweb, his hair was in a state of tumult, and was
full of chips, suggesting that he had recently slept on the wood heap.
Schmitz had a fierce, red moustache, that looked as if it had been
trimmed on a block with an adze.

The publican blinked stupidly at the world-famous showman for a moment,
trying to pick him out from a number of unnatural curiosities careering
before him, and then he said, decisively: "Ged oud of mein 'ous'."

"My dear fellow," said the Professor, urbanely, "I suppose you will serve
me with some little refreshment?"

"Refreshmend?" muttered the landlord. "Refreshmend?" His intellect
struggled to grasp the situation. Suddenly it became luminous. "Nein!" he
yelled. "I vill nod you mid refreshmend serve! Nein! I keep him all for
meinseluf. Ged oud!"

"But, Mr. Schmitz," expostulated the Professor.

"Ged oud of mein 'ous'. I know vot you want, ain't id? You want to buy
mein liquer. Veil, I don'd sell some liquer to nopody. Der ain't
sufficiency for mieinseluf. Ged oud! Tam you, ged oud kvick!" Schmitz
caught up a bottle in quick rage, and dashed it at Professor Thunder.

The Professor pursued his investigations no further. The tent was
pitched, the museum was arranged for an afternoon performance, and the
unrivalled showman, to whose enterprise Rabbit owed this chance of
improving its mind and enlivening its leisure, took his stand outside,
and endeavoured to awaken the township to a sense of its opportunities.
For three-quarters of an hour he poured forth a stream of eloquence at
the top of his pitch. After the first quarter of an hour he was
appreciated by a tired dog, which drifted up, and barked at him in a
desultory way. Later, he was becoming discouraged when a tattered youth,
wearing a hat that nearly engulfed him, came and stared at him
open-mouthed, stupidly, silently, for twenty minutes. This youth was the
township idiot. Nobody else troubled to come out and see what all the
noise was about.

"We're got to shake up the township, Nickie," Thunder said.

"Well, go out and shake it, Professor--I'm tired."

"No, Nickie, you've got to do the shaking. See here, the place is dead. I
don't believe it ever heard of Professor Thunder and his world-famous
Missing Link; I don't think it has discovered that anything unusual has
happened along. You must escape from your cage to-night, and scare the
life half out of some of these miserable mu