"Come down," once more cried Ralston, and he moved towards the steps as though he would mount on to the platform and tear the fellow down.
"I come, I come," said the priest, and he went down and stood before Ralston.
Ralston turned to the Pathan who accompanied him.

"Turn the fellow into the street." Protests rose from the crowd; the protests became cries of anger; the throng swayed and jostled.

But the Pathan led the priest to the door and thrust him out.
Again Ralston turned to the platform.
"Listen to me," he called out to the lady from Gujerat.

"You must leave Peshawur.

You are a trouble to the town.