Hedidnotstrike，hedidnotknowwhathewasdoing。Hisonlyideawastobatterthelifeoutofthemanbeforehim，tocrushandannihilatehimupontheinstant。Grippinghisenemyinhisenormoushands，hardandknotted，andcoveredwithastifffellofyellowhair——thehandsoftheold-timecar-boy——heswunghimwide，asahammer-throwerswingshishammer。Marcus’sfeetflippedfromtheground，hespunthroughtheairaboutMcTeagueashelplessasabundleofclothes。Allatoncetherewasasharpsnap，almostlikethereportofasmallpistol。ThenMarcusrolledoverandoveruponthegroundasMcTeaguereleasedhisgrip；hisarm，theonethedentisthadseized，bendingsuddenly，asthoughathirdjointhadformedbetweenwristandelbow。Thearmwasbroken。
Butbythistimeeveryonewascryingoutatonce。HeiseandRyanraninbetweenthetwomen。Selinaturnedherheadaway。Trinawaswringingherhandsandcryinginanagonyofdread：
“Oh，stopthem，stopthem！Don’tletthemfight。Oh，it’stooawful。“
“Here，here，Doc，quit。Don’tmakeafoolofyourself，“
criedHeise，clingingtothedentist。“That’senoughnow。