He mouthed some bestial sound, and came on, ignoring me. His great
hands were twitching, as if already shredding the clothing from
Valyne's lovely body.
I stood before him. He swung at me carelessly, with one great hairy
arm, as if to brush me out of the way. I ducked under his arm, and
slapped his bearded face.
"Stop it, man," I said sharply. "You don't know what you're doing!"
For the first time, then, his glassy, protruding eyes seemed to focus
on me. In the hoarse, cursing rasp of his voice I read the words:
"My gal.... Git out of the way!..."
His great arm swung at me again. I didn't move, and the open-handed
blow jarred me to my feet.