And above him, terrible with awful intention, was Burke's face, gashed open across the chin and dripping blood upon his own.
The fight went out of Guy then like an extinguished flame.

With gasping incoherence he begged for mercy.
"You're hurting me infernally! Man, let me up! I've been--I've been--a damn' fool! Didn't know--didn't realize! Burke--for heaven's sake--don't torture me!" "Be still!" Burke said.

"Or I'll murder you!" His voice was low and furious, his hold without mercy.

Yet, after a few seconds he mastered his own violence, realizing that all resistance in the man under him was broken.

In a silence that was more appalling than speech he got to his feet, releasing him.
Guy rolled over sideways and lay with his face on his arms, gasping painfully.