He flew to the window pulled the shutters open, and looked out.
In the faint dawn he saw below him a mob of men.

Ha! He would go and face at once this murderous lot collected no doubt for his undoing.
After his struggle with nameless terrors he yearned for an open fray with armed enemies.

But he must have remained yet bereft of his reason, because forgetting his weapons he rushed downstairs with a wild cry, unbarred the door while blows were raining on it outside, and flinging it open flew with his bare hands at the throat of the first man he saw before him.

They rolled over together.

Byrne's hazy intention was to break through, to fly up the mountain path, and come back presently with Gonzales' men to exact an exemplary vengeance.