The boy's dark face was pale with passion.
"And is that all you are going to do to him ?" he demanded.

Macdonald gazed at him.
"Do you not see what he has done ?" he continued, pointing to his father, who was still lying propped up on some coats.

"Why did you not break his back?
You said you would! The brute, beast!" He hurled out the words in hot hate.

His voice pierced the noise of the room.

Macdonald stood still, gazing at the fierce, dark face in solemn silence.