I am better known in the Western Hemisphere.
You ask me what I want ?" He raised a brown, hairy hand and pointed straight at the girl in Merryon's arms.

"I want--my wife!" Puck's cry of anguish followed the announcement, and after it came silence--a tense, hard-breathing silence, broken only by her long-drawn, agonized sobbing.
Merryon's hold had tightened all unconsciously to a grip; and she was clinging to him wildly, convulsively, as she had never clung before.

He could feel the horror that pulsed through her veins; it set his own blood racing at fever-speed.
Over her head he faced the stranger with eyes of steely hardness.

"You have made a mistake," he said, briefly and sternly.
The other man's teeth gleamed again.

He had a way of lifting his lip when talking which gave him an oddly bestial look.