With a back hand-swing of his arm he broke one head; he smashed a face with the pommel; caught another by the throat and flung him headlong.

In a moment he was out of the door.

Down the steps he dashed, through the gate, thence into the street, a mob yelling at his heels.

The light from the torches splashed him.

A sharp gust of wind nearly tore the mask from his fingers.