The maniac screamed—struck out and fell
Across his brother’s arm. Love could not quell
His anger. Wrists together high in air
He rose and with a yell
Brought down his handcuffs toward his brother’s face—
But his hands were pinned below his waist,
By a burly, silent sheriff, and some hideous thing was bound
Around his arms and feet
And he was laid upon the narrow seat.
And then that sound,