(He makes for the pile of slabs. Several of the men follow him.)
Another—We can get shavings up at Bacqueur's shop.
(They load themselves with slabs. Jardin, who with the dwarf is in the center of the crowd, suddenly holds aloft the silver crucifix.)
Jardin—You know who threw him down now, don't you, eh?
A Cry of Rage—Devil!
Jardin—Don't knock him, men. This is God's work.
Cries—Down with him! Burn him!
Jardin— Fetch your slabs, men.
Cries— Come on! (They start toward the village.)
Shouts— (From over the river.)
Look out! Look out!