"By G-God, I 'll git the murderer!" He pushed past between the two, shouldering them aside as though failing to see them, and, with the leap of a tiger, disappeared in the night.

Each man had caught a glimpse of his face, drawn, white, every line picturing savagery, and shrank back from the memory.

It was as if they had looked upon something too horrible for thought.

A moment they stared after him, clutching their rifles as though in an agony of fear.
Hicks first found words of expression.
"He 's gone mad! God pity him, he 's gone mad!" Winston drew himself together sharply, one hand grasping the other's arm.
"Then leave it to him," he said, quickly.

"Whoever did this deed deserves his punishment.