As the doctor paused to get his bearings, he saw across the room in the farthest corner, Irma screaming as she struggled in the grasp of Samuel Sprink, and in the midst of the room Paulina fighting like a demon and uttering strange weird cries.

She was trying to force her way to the door.
As she caught sight of the doctor, she threw out her hands toward him with a loud cry.

"Kalman--killing! Kalman--killing!" was all she could say.
The doctor thrust himself forward through the struggling men, crying in a loud voice, "Here, you, let that woman go! And you there, let that girl alone!" Most of the men knew him, and at his words they immediately ceased fighting.
"What the deuce are you at, anyway, you men ?" he continued, as Paulina and the girl sprang past him and out of the door.
"Do you fight with women ?" "No," said one of the men.

"Dis man," pointing to Sprink, "he mak fun wit de girl." "Mighty poor fun," said the doctor, turning toward Sprink.
"And who has been killing that boy outside ?" "It is that young devil Kalman, who has been trying to kill Mr.Rosenblatt," replied Sprink.
"Oh, indeed," said the doctor, "and what was the gentle Mr.Rosenblatt doing meantime ?" "Rosenblatt ?" cried Jacob Wassyl, coming forward excitedly.
"He mak for hurt dat boy.

Dis man," pointing to Sprink, "he try for kiss dat girl.