He had ceased to cry out, but kept muttering between his gripped jaws, as he labored to tear himself free of the retaining hands: "Ah, I'll kill him! Ah, I'll kill him! I'll kill him! Damn you, Heise," he exclaimed suddenly, trying to strike the harness-maker, "let go of me, will you!" Little by little they pacified him, or rather (for he paid but little attention to what was said to him) his bestial fury lapsed by degrees.
He turned away and let fall his arms, drawing long breaths, and looking stupidly about him, now searching helplessly upon the ground, now gazing vaguely into the circle of faces about him.

His ear bled as though it would never stop.
"Say, Doctor," asked Heise, "what's the best thing to do ?" "Huh ?" answered McTeague.

"What--what do you mean?
What is it ?" "What'll we do to stop this bleeding here ?" McTeague did not answer, but looked intently at the blood-stained bosom of his shirt.
"Mac," cried Trina, her face close to his, "tell us something--the best thing we can do to stop your ear bleeding." "Collodium," said the dentist.
"But we can't get to that right away; we--" "There's some ice in our lunch basket," broke in Heise.

"We brought it for the beer; and take the napkins and make a bandage." "Ice," muttered the dentist, "sure, ice, that's the word." Mrs.Heise and the Ryers were looking after Marcus's broken arm.

Selina sat on the slope of the grass, gasping and sobbing.