Make your escape! We will not let you be followed.
[They struggle with Constables; the women help them; all disappear struggling. There is a shot. MARTIN stumbles and falls. Beggars come back with a shout.
JOHNNY.
We have done for them, they will not meddle with you again.
PAUDEEN.
Oh, he is down!
FATHER JOHN.
He is shot through the breast. Oh, who has dared meddle with a soul that was in the tumults on the threshold of sanctity?
JOHNNY.
It was that gun went off and I striking it from the constable’s hand.