Other poor creatures had been crushed to death, or, broken-limbed, lay helpless, or, worse still, were held down beneath the fallen beams.
Several of these they freed, whereon those who were unharmed at once ran away without thanking them.

But for a long while they could find no trace of Sir Geoffrey.

Indeed, they were near to abandoning their search, for the sights and sounds were sickening even to men who were accustomed to those of battlefields, when Dick's quick ears caught the tones of an English voice calling for help.

Apparently it came from the back of the Doge's tribune, where lay a heap of dead.

Gaily dressed folk who had fallen in the flight and been crushed, not by the earthquake, but by the feet of their fellows.