Blood gushed from the wound.

The crowd surged in curiously, and then fell back before the advancing Sikhs.

A British officer who had heard the victim's cry came spurring his horse into the crowd from inside the gate.

In his effort to get near the victim he only added to the confusion.
The murderer, who seemed in no particular hurry, dodged quietly in and out among the swarm of bewildered peasants, and in thirty seconds had utterly disappeared.

A minute later I saw Grim offering his services as interpreter and stooping over the dying man to try to catch the one word he was struggling to repeat..