But as the blows and screams continue we break out into an insane gibbering of helpless rage.

It is plain that the men resent Red-Eye's actions, but they are too afraid of him.

The blows cease, and a low groaning dies away, while we chatter among ourselves and the sad twilight creeps upon us.
We, to whom most happenings were jokes, never laughed during Red-Eye's wife-beatings.

We knew too well the tragedy of them.

On more than one morning, at the base of the cliff, did we find the body of his latest wife.