With a spring he wraps his huge arms around YANK in a murderous hug. There is a crackling snap of crushed ribs--a gasping cry, still mocking, from YANK._] Hey, I didn't say, kiss me. [_The gorilla lets the crushed body slip to the floor; stands over it uncertainly, considering; then picks it up, throws it in the cage, shuts the door, and shuffles off menacingly into the darkness at left. A great uproar of frightened chattering and whimpering comes from the other cages. Then YANK moves, groaning, opening his eyes, and there is silence. He mutters painfully._] Say--dey oughter match him--wit Zybszko. He got me, aw right. I'm trou. Even him didn't tink I belonged. [_Then, with sudden passionate despair._] Christ, where do I get off at? Where do I fit in? [_Checking himself as suddenly._] Aw, what de hell! No squakin', see! No quittin', get me! Croak wit your boots on! [_He grabs hold of the bars of the cage and hauls himself painfully to his feet--looks around him bewilderedly--forces a mocking laugh._] In de cage, huh? [_In the strident tones of a circus barker._] Ladies and gents, step forward and take a slant at de one and only--[_His voice weakening_]--one and original--Hairy Ape from de wilds of--[_He slips in a heap on the floor and dies. The monkeys set up a chattering, whimpering wail. And, perhaps, the Hairy Ape at last belongs._] [_Curtain_]