Been waiting for me to come back so you could spring your game! If there's any law in this state, I'll have you both where you belong for deliberately wrecking this company--in a cell!" His raving outburst continued for a while in this strain.

His voice had the high and squealing pitch of a wild pig caught fast by a foot; on his pink, fleshy face, now distended with anger, was a look, too, of porcine hate and fury.

The cynical and patronizing manner he usually affected had dropped off, leaving revealed his actual coarse, spiteful, greedy, craven spirit--a creature of infinite meanness.

At length, however, Gretzinger's torrent of abuse diminished until it ended in a last muddy dripping of threats and curses.

With an effort he strove to pull himself together and assume a composure his eyes belied, while he lighted another of his offensive Turkish cigarettes.
After a time he said shortly: "You can't bluff me.