They scrambled after, falling into the shelter of the basket.
Into the arcade, at the north-east corner and half-way along the western side, two furious swarms of white-robed _Hujjaj_ were already debouching, yelling like fiends, firing as they came.

The uproar swelled rapidly, in a swift-rising tide.

The Haram grew all a confusion of wild-waving arms, streaming robes, running men who stumbled over the paralyzed forms of their coreligionists.

Knives, spears, scimitars, rifles glinted in the sun.
The whine and patter of bullets filled the air, punctured the _kiswah_, slogged against the Ka'aba.

Lebon and Rennes, turning loose the machine-guns, mowed into the white of the pack; but still they came crowding on and on, frenzied, impervious to fear.
Up rose the nacelle, as the major wildly shouted into the phone.