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And Mr. Taylor proceeded to gather into his arms the victim 's wildly waving legs . But Jan upreared in his Berserker rage ; bleeding , frothing , cursing ; five frozen years thawing into sudden hell . They swayed backward and forward , panted , sweated , like some cyclopean , many-legged monster rising from the lower deeps . The slush-lamp went over , drowned in its own fat , while the midday twilight scarce percolated through the dirty canvas of the tent . `` For the love of Gawd , Jan , get yer senses back ! '' pleaded Red Bill . `` We ai n't goin ' to hurt yeh , ' r kill yeh , ' r anythin ' of that sort .