They looked to the window, and muttered among themselves.

It was plain that they had no stomach for a fight with the Church, and were anxious for the order to withdraw.
But Count Hannibal gave no order, and, much as his people feared the cowls, they feared him more.

Meanwhile the speaker's eloquence rose higher; he pointed with frenzied gestures to the house.

The mob groaned, and suddenly a volley of stones fell among the pikemen, whose corselets rattled under the shower.

The priest seized that moment.