Both he and Mr.
Winter were struck again and again.

Their clothes were torn into tatters.

Mr.Winter was faint and reeling.

Only his great terror made his clutch on Philip like that of a drowning man.
At last the crowd had dragged the two outside the gate into the street.
Here they paused awhile and Philip again spoke to the mob: "Men, made in God's image, listen to me! Do not take innocent life.

If you kill him, you kill me also.