There was apparently no effort in it, and yet it was a vise-like clutch that threatened to snap the bone.

And all the time Bram's eyes were on the girl.

He drew Philip back, released the terrible grip on his arm, and shoved the two extra plates of food to the girl.

Then he faced Philip.
"We eat ze meat, m'sieu!" Quietly and sanely he uttered the words.

In his eyes and face there was no trace of madness.