He turned on the Dummy in a silent frenzy of rage and brought his knuckles down upon his head again and again.

For the moment Ellis could neither hear, nor see, nor speak; he was blind, dumb, fighting drunk, and his fighting was not the fighting of Vandover.
"Get in here and help, will you ?" panted Vandover to Geary, as he struggled with Ellis.

"He can kill people when he's like this.

Oh, damn the whisky anyhow! Look out--don't let him get that knife! Grab his other arm, there! now, kick his feet from under him! Oh, kick hard! Sit on his legs; there now.

Ah! Hell! he's bitten me! Look out! here comes the bouncer!" The bouncer and three other waiters charged into them while they were struggling on the floor.