"We are too strong for you." Kafka said nothing, but his bloodshot eyes glared up angrily at the tall man's face.
"He looks dangerous, and he still has that thing in his hand," said Keyork Arabian.

"I think I will give him ether at once while the Individual holds him.

Perhaps you could do it." "You will do nothing of the kind," the Wanderer answered.

"What a coward you are, Keyork!" he added contemptuously.
Going to Kafka's side he took him by the wrist of the hand which held the knife.

But Kafka still clutched it firmly.
"You had better give it up," he said.
Kafka shook his head angrily and set his teeth, but the Wanderer unclasped the fingers by quiet force and took the weapon away.