Ibarra stopped, his eyes rolled, he lost the power of speech.

The curate had concealed himself behind a post.

More shots, more reports were heard from the direction of the convento, followed by cries and the sound of persons running.

Capitan Tiago, Aunt Isabel, and Linares rushed in pell-mell, crying, "Tulisan! Tulisan!" Andeng followed, flourishing the gridiron as she ran toward her foster-sister.
Aunt Isabel fell on her knees weeping and reciting the _Kyrie eleyson_; Capitan Tiago, pale and trembling, carried on his fork a chicken-liver which he offered tearfully to the Virgin of Antipolo; Linares with his mouth full of food was armed with a case-knife; Sinang and Maria Clara were in each other's arms; while the only one that remained motionless, as if petrified, was Crisostomo, whose paleness was indescribable.
The cries and sound of blows continued, windows were closed noisily, the report of a gun was heard from time to time.
"_Christie eleyson!_ Santiago, let the prophecy be fulfilled! Shut the windows!" groaned Aunt Isabel.
"Fifty big bombs and two thanksgiving masses!" responded Capitan Tiago.

"_Ora pro nobis!_" Gradually there prevailed a heavy silence which was soon broken by the voice of the alferez, calling as he ran: "Padre, Padre Salvi, come here!" "_Miserere!_ The alferez is calling for confession," cried Aunt Isabel.