Begin now, 'There were more'n a hundred pieces, and every one of 'em gold.' Oh, YOU know; come on, come on." "I don't remember nothing of the kind," protested Maria, reaching for the bottle.

Zerkow snatched it from her.
"You fool!" he wheezed, trying to raise his broken voice to a shout.
"You fool! Don't you dare try an' cheat ME, or I'll DO for you.

You know about the gold plate, and you know where it is." Suddenly he pitched his voice at the prolonged rasping shout with which he made his street cry.
He rose to his feet, his long, prehensile fingers curled into fists.

He was menacing, terrible in his rage.

He leaned over Maria, his fists in her face.
"I believe you've got it!" he yelled.