noon
More than one wounded man in the roadway pleaded for help , or cried for water , but he was deaf to their entreaties . He was making all speed to some point , and would allow nothing to hold him back . Now he ran forward a few paces , now stopped and turned hastily into an alley and went quickly on again . He came at last to the house of Frina Mavrodin , when it was close on noon . The door at the chief entrance had been torn from its hinges , there was nothing to bar his entrance . The servants who had escaped death had fled , or lay hidden in secret places in the house . The soldiers had deserted it , finding their quarry gone , to go and help their comrades in the streets .