But a second's thought was not given.

A few cried: "Sit down, sit down," but the mass was turned towards the door.

Women were down and trampled on in the aisles, and stout men, utterly lost to self-control, were mounting the benches, as if to run a race over the mass to the entrance.
Philip who had forced the girls to keep their seats saw, in a flash, the new danger, and sprang to avert it.

In a second more those infuriated men would be over the benches and crushing Ruth and Alice under their boots.

He leaped upon the bench in front of them and struck out before him with all his might, felling one man who was rushing on him, and checking for an instant the movement, or rather parting it, and causing it to flow on either side of him.