Two Civil Guards with sticks in hand had gone after the musicians in order to put an end to the spectacle. The teniente mayor, with the cuaderilleros, [16] armed with their old sabers, had managed to arrest the two Civil Guards in spite of their resistance. "Take them to the tribunal!" shouted Don Filipo. "Be careful not to let them get away!" Ibarra had returned and had sought out Maria Clara. The terrified young maidens, trembling and pale, were clinging closely to him. Aunt Isabel was reciting the litanies in Latin. The crowd having recovered a little from the fright and some one having explained what had caused the rush and tumult, indignation arose in everyone's breast. Stones rained upon the Civil Guards who were being conducted to the tribunal by the cuaderilleros. Some one proposed that they burn the barracks of the Civil Guards and that they roast Doña Consolacion and the alferez alive. "That is all that they are good for," cried a woman, rolling up her sleeves and stretching out her arms. "They can disturb the people but they persecute none but honorable men. They do nothing with the tulisanes and the gamblers. Look at them! Let us burn the cuartel." Somebody had been wounded in the arm and was asking for confession. A plaintive voice was heard coming from under an upset bench. It was a poor musician. The stage was filled with the players and people of the town and they were all talking at the same time. There was Chananay, dressed in the costume of Leonor in the "Trovador," talking in corrupted Spanish with Ratia, who was in a school teacher's costume. There too, was Yeyeng, dressed in a silk wrapper, talking with the Prince Villardo. There too, Balbino and the Moros, trying to console the musicians who were more or less sorry sights. Some Spaniards were walking from one place to another, arguing with every one they met. But a nucleus for a mob already formed. Don Filipo knew what was their intention and tried to stop them. "Do not break the peace!" he shouted. "To-morrow we will demand satisfaction: we will have justice. I will take the responsibility for our getting justice." "No!" some replied. "They did the same thing in Calamba. The same thing was promised, but the Alcalde did nothing. We want justice done by our own hands. To the cuartel!" In vain the teniente mayor argued with them. The group that had gathered showed no signs of changing its attitude or purpose. Don Filipo looked about him, in search of help. He saw Ibarra. "Señor Ibarra, for my sake, as a favor, hold them while I seek some cuaderilleros." "What can I do?" asked the young man, perplexed. But the teniente mayor was already in the distance. Ibarra in turn looked about him, for he knew not whom. Fortunately, he thought he discerned Elias, in the crowd, but not taking an active part in it. Ibarra ran up to him, seized his arm and said to him in Spanish: "For heaven's sake! Do something, if you can! I cannot do anything."