The fire that lights a mob into one blaze was afoot, and leaping from
heart to head. Many for a jest bellowed these insults at him, and
thought it good for once to bate so unpopular a creature. A few in
honest and righteous rage cried out their wrath. Of such were those
who stoned the martyrs to serve their jealous gods. More stones than
one now actually did fly, and Humphrey was struck upon the arm. A
counter display of feeling ran like a wave against the enemies of the
man, and induced a shock in the crowd. Masterman and others laboured
to still the gathering storm; women's voices clacked against the
gruffer noise of the men. Voysey, with admirable presence of mind,
drew some boards over the dead in his grave, that no quick spirit might
suddenly fall upon him.
The disturbance ended as swiftly as it had begun, for Humphrey
Baskerville made a bolt, dashed through the crowd, descended the
churchyard steps, and reached the street. A dozen hastened to follow,
but Jack Head, Lintern, Waite, Mr. Masterman, and Ben North, the
policeman, resisted the rioters, and kept them within the churchyard
walls as far as possible. Jack hit so hard that soon he was involved
in a battle against odds on his own account.
Meantime, with a clod or two whizzing past his head, Humphrey reached
the street corner and hastened round it. Here was silence and peace.
He stopped, and his brain grew dizzy. Such exertion he had not made
for many years. He heard the noise of men and hastened on. A chaos of
ideas choked his mind and dammed all play of coherent thought. He had
heard a rumour that the thing he had done for his brother was regarded
differently by different men, but he knew not that so many were
incensed and enraged. The shock of the discovery disarmed him now and
left him frantic. He looked forward, and believed that his last hope
of reconciliation with humanity was dead. He envied the eternal peace
of his brother as he struggled on against the hill homeward.
Into the black and water-logged heart of Shaugh Moor he climbed
presently, and from exhaustion and faintness fell there. He stopped
upon the ground for a few moments; then lifted himself to his hands and
knees; then sat down upon a stone and stared down into the theatre of
this tragedy.
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