He was assailed with a storm of curses and execrations, and a shower of clubs.

He pulled out his revolver, as if to fire upon his assailants.

A yell was raised to take his pistol away from him and a crowd rushed forward to do this.
Without waiting to fire a shot, he turned and ran to the gate for dear life.

He did not come in again for a long while, and never afterward without a retinue of guards..