In fact, I was vivisecting him and turning over his soul-stuff as keenly and thoroughly as it was his custom to do it to others.

It may be a weakness of mine that I have an incisive way of speech; but I threw all restraint to the winds and cut and slashed until the whole man of him was snarling.

The dark sun-bronze of his face went black with wrath, his eyes were ablaze.

There was no clearness or sanity in them--nothing but the terrific rage of a madman.

It was the wolf in him that I saw, and a mad wolf at that.
He sprang for me with a half-roar, gripping my arm.