Another. Make an end of him when we have the chance!
Paul Ruttledge. Yes, make an end of me. I have tried hard to live a good life; give me a good death now.
One of the Crowd. Quick, don't give him time to put the evil eye on us!
[They rush at him. His hands are seen swaying about above the crowd.
Paul Ruttledge. I go to the invisible heart of flame!
One of the Crowd. Throw him there now! Where are the others?
Another. They must be among the rocks.
Another. They are not; they are gone down the road!
Another. I tell you it's in the rocks they are! It's in the rocks they're hiding!