"You little devil!" He reached over suddenly and gave Baree's head a vicious blow with his heavy hand.
"I ought to beat your brains out, and--I believe I will!" Baree watched him as he picked up a stick close at his side--a bit of firewood.

Pierrot had chased him, but this was the first time he had been near enough to the man-monster to see the red glow in his eyes.
They were not like the eyes of the wonderful creature who had almost caught him in the web of her hair, and who had crawled after him under the rock.

They were the eyes of a beast.

They made him shrink and try to draw his head back into the blanket as the stick was raised.

At the same time he snarled.