He saw a crowd; for an instant, in the heart of the crowd and raised above it, he saw an uplifted arm and a white woman's face from which blood was flowing.

He drew in his head, and laid his hands to one of the bars and flung his weight this way and that, flung it desperately, heedless of injury.

But in vain.

The lead that soldered the bar into the strong stone mullion held, and would have held against the strength of four.
With heaving breast, and hands from which the blood was starting, he stood back, glared round him, then with a cry flung himself upon the other window, tore it open and seized a bar--the middle one of the three.

It was loose he remembered.