There, was a movement, too--a movement towards Ralston.

It was as yet a hesitating movement--those behind pushed, those in front and within Ralston's vision held back.

But at any moment the movement might become a rush.
Ralston spoke to the priest.
"Come down, you dog!" he said quite quietly.
The priest was silent.

He hesitated.

He looked for help to the crowd below, which in turn looked for leadership to him.