ity, or perhaps the results of some counter-attack in another part.

Thus the advantage rested, or seemed to rest, with the Jews, who held
all the ruined houses and swept the open space with their arrows. Now
it was that Nehushta's fears were justified, for having a little leisure
the Jews took a beam of wood and battered in the walled-up doorway of
the tower.

"Look!" said Nehushta, pointing down.

"Oh, Nou!" Miriam answered, "I was wrong. I have run you into danger.
But indeed I could not go. What shall we do now?"

"Sit quiet until they come to take us," said Nehushta grimly, "and then,
if they give us time, explain as best we may."

As it chanced, however, the Jews did not come, since they feared that
if they mounted the stair some sudden rush of Romans might trap such
of them as were within before they had time to descend again. Only they
made use of the base of the tower to shelter those of their wounded
whose hurts were so desperate that they dared not move them.

Now the fighting having ceased for a while, the soldiers of both sides
amused themselves with shouting taunts and insults at each other, or
challenges to single combat. Presently Caleb stepped forward from the
shelter of a wall and called out that if the Prefect Marcus would meet
him alone in the open space he had something to say which he would be
glad to hear. Thereupon Marcus, stepping out from his defences, where
several of his officers seemed to be striving to detain him, answered:

"I will come," and walked to the centre of the market, where he was met
by Caleb.

Here the two of them spoke together alone, but of what they said Miriam
and Nehushta, watching them from above, could catch no word.

"Oh! will they fight?" said Miriam.

"It seems likely, since each of them has sworn to slay the other,"
answered Nehushta.

While she spoke Marcus, shaking his head as though to decline some
proposal, and pointing to the men of his command, who stood up watching
him, turned to walk back to his own lines, followed by Caleb, who
shouted out that he was a coward and did not dare to stand alone before
him. At this insult Marcus winced, then went on again, doubtless because
he thought it his duty to rejoin his company, whereon Caleb, drawing
his sword, struck him with the flat of it across the back. Now the Jews
laughed, while the Romans uttered a shout of rage at the intolerable
affront offered to their commander. As for Marcus, he wheeled round,
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