Noon came, bringing a shower from the west, but no change in the situation, except that the multitude was larger and much noisier, and the feeling more decidedly angry.
The shouting was almost continuous, Come forth, come forth! The cry was sometimes with disrespectful variations.

Meanwhile Ben-Hur held his Galilean friends together.

He judged the pride of the Roman would eventually get the better of his discretion, and that the end could not be far off.

Pilate was but waiting for the people to furnish him an excuse for resort to violence.
And at last the end came.

In the midst of the assemblage there was heard the sound of blows, succeeded instantly by yells of pain and rage, and a most furious commotion.