"We've got to work fast!" He stood, boldly outlined in the light, a sinister figure.

His cruel lips were set tightly, his eyes were agleam.

He was a symbol of passion, rampant and unrecking--a wild, violent spirit to whom laws were irksome shackles.
He grinned at Slade, mockingly, naked malevolence in his gaze.

His voice was harsh, vibrant.
"Slade, tonight you're goin' to get what you've been waitin' for--the leadership! Ha, ha!" he laughed as he saw Slade's face work with the bitter rage that instantly seized him.

"You thought I didn't know you wanted my place--eh?
Bah! I've known it for a year.