He was pretty near the boat, when Gashford, as if without intention, turned about, and directly afterwards a great stone was thrown by some hand, in the crowd, which struck him on the head, and made him stagger like a drunken man.
The blood sprung freely from the wound, and trickled down his coat.

He turned directly, and rushing up the steps with a boldness and passion which made them all fall back, demanded: 'Who did that?
Show me the man who hit me.' Not a soul moved; except some in the rear who slunk off, and, escaping to the other side of the way, looked on like indifferent spectators.
'Who did that ?' he repeated.

'Show me the man who did it.

Dog, was it you?
It was your deed, if not your hand--I know you.' He threw himself on Gashford as he said the words, and hurled him to the ground.

There was a sudden motion in the crowd, and some laid hands upon him, but his sword was out, and they fell off again.
'My lord--Sir John,'-- he cried, 'draw, one of you--you are responsible for this outrage, and I look to you.