He sprang to his feet and rushed onward, shouting, cursing, calling upon God! He had no recollection of finding his girl.

Apparently everything was a blank to him until long afterwards he saw lights moving among the trees, and voices were calling his name.
Percival and other cool-headed men were hard put to check the fury of the mob.

Men and women, bent on vengeance, made the night hideous with their curses, howls and shrieks.

In their senseless fury they prepared to kill.

They had heard the stories about Manuel Crust and his disciples.