"Help!" "Be quiet! You fool!" shouted Willems, trying to drown the noise of his wife and child in his own angry accents and rattling violently the little zinc table in his exasperation.
From under the house, where there were bathrooms and a tool closet, appeared Leonard, a rusty iron bar in his hand.

He called threateningly from the bottom of the stairs.
"Do not hurt her, Mr.Willems.You are a savage.

Not at all like we, whites." "You too!" said the bewildered Willems.

"I haven't touched her.

Is this a madhouse ?" He moved towards the stairs, and Leonard dropped the bar with a clang and made for the gate of the compound.