"Here, this man in a hat! I know him! He makes bombs! Take care, boys!" A revolver gleamed in Zarubin's hand. He swung it as if it were a stone, and thrust it forward. People from the street clambered to the platform, and the passengers pressing to the exits met them face to face. The lady screeched: "Take off your hat! Why, man!" All screamed, roared, and pressed one another. Their eyes staring insanely, fastened upon the man in the hat. "I'm going to shoot! Get away!" the man shouted aloud, advancing upon Zarubin. The spy retreated, but he was pushed in back, and fell to his knees. Supporting himself on the floor with one hand, he stretched out the other. A shot rang out, then another. The windows rattled. For a second all the cries congealed. Then the firm voice said contemptuously: "Vile curs!" The air and the windows quivered with a third shot, and Zarubin uttered a loud cry: "Ugh!" His head struck the floor, as if he were making an obeisance at somebody's feet. The car became emptier and quieter. Klimkov ensconced in a corner, shrivelled up on his seat, and thought listlessly: "I might have been killed." The thought darted by, and disappeared without rousing in the darkness of his soul either fear or joy. He looked around wearily. The man in the hat stood on the platform of the car. Melnikov advanced toward him past Yevsey, and Zarubin lay motionless face downward. "I will shoot you down--everyone of you! Get away from here!" the loud, dry cry was heard from the platform. But Melnikov stepped across the body of Yakov, seized the fair-haired youth by the waist, and threw him into the street. "Beat him down--!" he shouted bluntly in a savage voice. Three revolver shots followed in quick succession. The deaf blows clapped. Someone howled in a long-drawn plaintive cry like an infant. "Oh, oh, my leg!" Another man shouted hoarsely with an effort: "Ah, ah! Hit him on the head! Hey, hey!" And a thin hysterical voice pealed in ecstasy: "Tear him to pieces, my dear people. Choke him! Enough! Their time is past! Now we'll give it to them. Now our turn has come--" All the cries were suddenly covered by a loud ejaculation full of mournful disdain: "Idiots!"