Then I kneeled on the prostrate wretch and clutched his throat.
Anger gathered in my brain as lightning clusters about a mountain top.

I threw aside the arquebuse and proceeded to kill the canting mendicant.

I do not know that I killed him; I hope I did.

I cannot speak with certainty on that point, for I was quickly thrown away from him by the avenging mob that rushed upon us and tore the fellow limb from limb.

The other friars were set upon by the populace that had witnessed the combat from without the lists, and were beaten so unmercifully that one of them died.