"God damn it - let's stop this taking the Name of the Lord in vain!"- "Come on, men!  Let's finish him!" The mob surged forward, led by one bold with a club; they were on him with rocks and fists, and then with feet as he went down.  He went on talking while they kicked his ribs in and smashed his golden body, broke his bones and tore an ear loose.  At last someone called out, "Back away a little so we can get the gasoline on him!"